"Why can't I touch the sun?"
Asked the girl one day
"We have gone to the moon and mars
Have other planets lead us astray?"

"Well you see little girl
The sun is too hot for us to handle
If we go near it we burn
Like if you touch a candle"

She frowned and looked down
Wondering how this could be
"How could something hurt you
If it holds so much beauty?"

"Well it's like a shark you see
Wonderful creatures who rule the deep
But if you get too close
Snap! Your arms gone and you weep"

"Roses are beautiful right?"
"Yes a lovely plant that smells so sweet"
"But they have thorns and we pick them"
"We cut them off we sorta cheat"

"Then why can't we cheat our way to the sun?
We cheat on everything else in life
Why not now why not then
We dig our way through with a knife"

I stopped and stared at the ground
Realizing I was going no where
Talking to this odd girl
With the jet black hair

"You're right 
We should trick the sun
Make him let us in
Be the number one

But you see touching the sun
Is like a far away dream
We wish is was real
It's not as simple as is seems

We can never touch that dream
No matter how much we pray
So you see little girl
It is impossible to touch a golden ray"

This girl with the jet black hair
Walked away off the play ground
I never saw her again
She was never able to be found

Flyers were hung everywhere
Saying "have you seen this girl"
The news reported her story
About this girl who was pearl

Six months later
In the river she was discovered
Her body found
Her soul not recovered

So the little girl
With the jet black hair
Is touching the golden rays
Way up there

Tears of stone
She sheds tonight
In the middle of darkness
Alone and in fright

We laugh at her
We do not know
When the moon goes up
Her blood drips low

Hanging there 
Like a decoration 
Her next breath
An anticipation

But she stops breathing
Stops crying herself to sleep
Stops hurting
She does not weep

Now she is gone
We all feel ashamed
That we didn't see
We are all to blame

Those tears of stone
Were never shed again
For her body is drained of fluids
So good night and Amen

Oh little
Pink scars
Long and short
Lace my arms

Where they came from
I cant say
If I do
You might run away

You tell me I shouldn't
But you cant understand
This is my problem
You cant hold my hand

I have little pink scares
White ones too
They cover my body
Old and new