The Aftermath

As she picks up the pieces
Her heart rate decreases
She tried to catch her breath and find her feet
Walking through each day fast asleep

As the wind took their ashes
Her stomach sick from sadness
The sweetest angel came down to earth
Now broken 14 years from birth

As she moves on from the fourth
Tested by a familiar unknown force
She tries to heal her wings and get some rest
When the tide is in she always feels her best

As the wind took their ashes
Her stomach sick from sadness
The sweetest angel came down to earth
Now broken 14 years from birth