Thundering sky
Whistling wind
Makes me forget
The world I am in

Shattering lighting
A story does tell
Of a girl in the sky
Who is not well

Her mother and father
Tears freely cry
Singing to her
A lullaby

“I am sorry my daughter,
My dear, my child,
How I do wish
To see your smile.”

“But now your body
Is becoming cold
Before your time
Before you’re old”

“And you will never run
And you will never smile
I’m so sorry
My dear, dear child”

And so the parents rock her
While tears they cry
They begin to release her
So that she can fly

“It’s ok if you want to go
I know you suffer
So please join the stars
We have one another.”

And so she went.