A Song For Sarah

Written almost a year ago, for school.


A song for Sarah,

A song for my little one,

Lying still and cold on that bed.

Oh, my Sarah,

Where are you now?

Are you alive in the realms of forever?

Or is your soul lost in times long ago?

Because now, to me-

For me, you are nought but shell

Of a time most happy indeed;

Where my Sarah and I,

We frolicked so gaily,

Amongst the soft lilies,

Where your life began.

But along from those flowers,

In the harsh rushes,

With their tough tops that conduct

The weeds to dance,

Was where your life ended.

Oh, my Sarah, oh, oh, my Sarah,

This is my song for you.

The End

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