She had wonder, she could never fulfill
Her parents told her to be thrilled
about what she had done
and about what battle she had won
she battled cancer, to and fro
she wondered if they would let her go
from the hospital, so it seems
she always said chase your dreams
too bad she didn't do it
she just couldn't, push through it
she wanted to be an artist
but too bad, she broke her promise
she was pregnant, at sixteen years old
too bad she let the baby go
she was weeping as hard as can be
she always cried herself to sleep
from then on, she was sad as could be
too bad she never woke up from her deep dark sleep
her parents sobbed for hours and hours
too bad they killed themselves to lay, and follow
their precious daughter, who had die
and even in their grave, they cried
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