She lives a good life,
Or another sad lie?
She took her last breath,
In anticipation to die.

Bubbled, thoughts,
A last second to live.
But by Christ her father,
Another chance to give.

Mock her, and she will cry.
All she does is try...
A great person and a better friend.
A broken heart I hope to mend.

Dont cry little one,
You will be fine.
You may be his,
But you will always be a friend of mine.