Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Sunday, April 16, 2006

A Little Girl



A Little Girl

A little girl laughs
A little girl plays
A little girl says I miss the old days.
A little girl prays
That one day she could play
Like she did in the old days
But now the little girl lays in
In her own maze
Of confusion from what may
Go on the rest of her days
Forever she will lay confused
Trying to remember the days
From what may today happen
She still dreams of the days
When she plays and
Still to this day
She lays in a daze
When she prays
That one day she will feel the way
She felt right there where she had laid.

by Lindsey Specht