• Walking down the red arch
    i can feel myself fall
    into the great park
    where death and despair calls.

    Why must i be the one?
    who has to lose their love
    why must i be the one?
    to have their's sail above

    I wish i said something more,
    when we last talked
    but now i cant see since my eyes are sore
    and i feel like ive been mocked

    i am now an outcast
    finding my way back
    what would she want me to do?
    to move on or fall back

    Poem dedicated to Stacie, who died on Febuary 4th 2009
    she lived till 13 and now shes gone, and as she slipped through my fingers
    i knew death is a cheat