2 September 2012
Since she was only five She's been used to a punch or a kick She feels it's a privilege to be alive Because she is fatally sick
Even though her time has a limit she does not grief She gives lost people some hope and belief She sees beauty in the smallest of things She is what you would call an angel without wings
I saw her once, helping a man over the crosswalk He thanked her then he started to talk
He talked for hours about his entire life His children and the coming and going of his wife
When he finished after four hours or so He thanked her again and begged her "don't go"
So she took him to see the places of his youth Then the old man told her the truth
"I've had no children of my own, nor a wife What I told you were only the dreams in my life But you, a stranger, has shown me That even though I am lonely My dreary heart still has a spark I am no longer afraid of the dark"
A year ago they both went into the dark They left this earth, they left their spark
I saw something today When the sun had just gone away
I was out for a walk, it was at half past eleven I saw the man and the girl, they were talking in heaven
The Peace Within • Opuss № I