The Day I Died
Today is the day I died
Young girl who loved the forest
The wind and all that’s wild
Young girl who used to sit
Under an old oak tree
That offered her protection
A cradle for her thoughts
Young girl who didn’t care
About this silly world
That kneels us down
And makes us weak
Goodbye young girl
With curly hair
Goodbye sweet purity
Goodbye my youth
Will we ever meet again?
Copyright © Monica Mila | Year Posted 2006
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