U~u~I never wondered what I'd do
If I somehow lost all sight of you
Always creeping in the dark
I never knew you'd left a mark
I'm sorry to say you lost with fate
A dead girl of maybe eight
With ghostly smiles you always said
"From what I lived, I'm better off dead."
There was a time I asked what occurred
And you said in a voice that was barely heard
"I was tortured by a cruel and jealous other,
who hated my dear sweet loving mother."
This poor dead girl, I knew her well
For many years in my house she did dwell
Her voice was soft and loving, you see
And her name was beautiful, 'Anne-Marie'.
Slowly this dead child became my friend
And why I loved her, I could not comprehend
Late nights all alone she still stayed
And throughout the day, we two played
But one day, I noticed she fades longer
And assimilating in the shades stronger
And the thought of losing her made me cry
For I was not ready to say goodbye
She touched my cheek and it felt cold
And I held my hand out for her to hold
She declined my hand, and smiled
As she finally vanished, this dead child
"Please don't be sad, my friend,
I am sad we have come to an end
But be happy for my release
And know it was you who gave me peace."
