poetry from the heart
A warrior fitting for her soul
Gone, she's gone
Not died
but to a place equally as worse
Pains in the heart
Worry, worry, worry
As we wait silently with a tired child
Rocking, rocking
to get asleep
Renage music filling the room
In deep melodies
The words flowing through the ear
Softly creasing the senses
Tired child please sleep we plead
As worry for the woman fighting for her soul
Gone, she's gone
Not died
but to a place equally as worse
Pains in the heart
Worry, worry, worry
As we wait silently with a tired child
Rocking, rocking
to get asleep
Renage music filling the room
In deep melodies
The words flowing through the ear
Softly creasing the senses
Tired child please sleep we plead
As worry for the woman fighting for her soul