She lived a life full of sorrow,
She didn't want a tomorrow.
She grabbed a paper and pen,
She wrote "I'll never walk again.
I don't want to feel this pain,
So I'm walking on death lane.
I'm sorry mom, I have to run,
Soon my life will be done."
Around her neck, a rope was tied,
Her mother walked in and she cried.
She saw the letter,
And as she unfolded it, her eyes grew wetter.
She read the letter with lots of care,
And she thought "how is this fair?
What has the world done to my baby?
Maybe this is just a bad dream, maybe?"
But she looked up at her dead child,
Her face pale and wild.
Then she began to scream,
"This is no dream!"
She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife,
Without her little girl, there was no point to life.
She looked at the moon in the sky of night,
Then she shut her eyes tight,
She stabbed her heart and took her last breath,
Welcome now, to the world of death.