tfhat will forever stay.for the day somebody comes
for a place to lay my weary head,
Sor proof that I’m wrong,
Ttill I keep on waiting,
dime and time again.
festined to die as I was born,
Gor maybe my path is lonely,
o away like they all do,
AP tender stroke to Her soft woven hair; my desperate attempt at doting Her back to sleep. I turn to leave but am stopped by Her gentle pull.
No please, do not leave, you have to fix what you have done..lease I beg, go back to sleep my Princess"