I watch the little girl in the rain
she is holding flowers in her hand
she waits and waits for her fathers return
with crystal tears in her sky blue eyes

The dark season is beginning at the station
and her want and waiting is in sullen vain
for her father is truly now dead
never will she see her father again

From now on, her life will change
for trees will weep her way
and the sweet death of her father
will make her a golden child

From now on she will look up to the heavens
hoping to see her her father again
and in the twinkle of stars not so bright
she may see his light and how it all begins

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)