There’s a
reason your
name is a
past tense;
destiny knew all
the broken
hearts you’d
leave behind.

Sandoval

pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over

Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain

Fallen off a tree,
Brown leaves blown by gush of wind,
Conceding to fate.