The Little girl

As this mortal coil becomes unbound
The little girl spins around
In her dress of gothic make
She laughs and cries at whats at stake
For she is death, here for your final toll
Beware of her, she'll take your soul

Clouds

Clouds of white up so high
I reach up to touch the sky
Behind them sits a tireless moon
I know that night shall be here soon
Changing always, never the same
You dance around in a heavenly game

Trees

Growing tall and out of reach
The trees of old are hard to breach
Oak and elm and pine and birch
Upon their limbs birds do perch
Under them upon their roots
I lay upon them eating fruits

What have I done

What have I done
My words have crashed and burned
I don't know why I did that
I don't know what to do
Forever will I regret what I've done
Please forgive my soul

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You are to me a lovely flower
My love for you is so empowered
I'd cross a mountain to be with you
I pray that day will come true
A day that  we will be together
I'll learn to be all the better

Hope

Like rays of light upon the shy
Hope doth spring upon my eyes
Finding you hath made me glad
To be without you is surely mad
A childs wish, a parents dream
I walk along this timeless stream

Rain

As it falls upon my head
My thoughts themselves are filled with dread
The angels weep for human sorrow
What will they bring on the marrow
Clouds of grey and skies so dark
Upon my soul they leave a mark