13 August 2012
When he cries he leaves his wishes washed in tears.
Only she could fade the sadness from his eyes.
Every path he takes in search of her leads him to another dead end.
If he leaves her unfound there's another broken heart to pay.
Everything he feels is her sense washing over him.
As he stands, starring at a marble stone with her name engraved.
He feels her beside him telling him everything will be ok.
He leaves that little, pig-tailed girl six feet deep in safety.
Knowing that he'll be standing beside her one day in white wings with the angels.
His Little Girl • Opuss № I