ten years of good intentions
wasted effort dwindling
to a forgotten oblivion
tears succumb to gravity
a mother stands strong
we watch her heart crumble
what were the dreams
what haunted this child
so deep in the soul
what kind of imagination
playing such cruel games
for this innocence to give up.
We dry our eyes
we say our condolences
we wish her well
now the time will start
cruel games of imagination
will curse her soul
to a forgotten oblivion.