If the stars were too bright to shine, then the flowers were too delicate to die. we walk on these negative roads; where the sun shine comes and goes. Not only am I carrying this lonely fire, but I'm burning this great desire. storms will come, and snow will fall, but what about the girl who once stood tall.

Death came knocking on my door, the day of the funeral. It wanted me to write my name in ink, instead of tears. I would have never thought I had all these years to say goodbye. To say goodbye to life, my children, my family, friends, and of course myself. Death came and told me a story; not everybody has the courage to say goodbye in this life. But you are the good one who stayed, and put up a fight! So here I say to you, sleep tight.