unkown poet

A moments past,a dream that lasts,a little girl's return I light a candle in the night for only her it burns.A lightning flash,a gentle splash,your love is all but gone a fragile fawn thrown on the lawn this sacrafial dawn where children cry and parents lie and endless evenings die.In trembled fears and brutal years this little girl continues to ask WHY?But now this girl has grown to be this women that you see A honey bee,a withered tree,a lonely desperate plea she found a light she'll burn it bright and one day they will see this little girl will swirl and twirl and happiness she'll be. Dana Barnett 5/04