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Oct 2012
Little girl falls down
And hit’s the ground
Tears in her green eyes
Doesn’t know of lies
Only the sun and the wind
In her hair
Doesn’t know Deaths hand
Is there
About to take her away
She only feels the pain
In her knee
Later on she will see

Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing

She had trusted that thet would keep her safe
But that day
She died just a little inside
She tried to hide
The memories away
She couldn’t know that
Someday They come bring her pain
Back
She would remember
The cold nights of December

Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing  

And the cold nights air
Sent chills down her spine
Her mind was mine
We were one
The damage had been done
She was Death
I was her
We were one
Nothing left but the shadows
But we had eachother

To rule the night
The spirits will fight
But you'll be alright
Reaping the dead
It's in her head
She was born to be
She was part of me

Falling from the tallest of mountains
She was shouting
For someone to save her
As Deaths hand swept her up
Put her on his wings
Made her sing
Made her sing
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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