My heart burns with memories
Pictures echo through my mind
The words ’ I remember’ Burn my lips
Yet all in vain I cry

You left me here alone
Unable and capable but broken nonetheless
How can I Take flight with my wings broken so?
This is the reason I hide

So many nights I would lay awake praying
Just for god to give you a little more time
Little did I know they only honor your first request
This is my own fault I know

When I was a child this age seemed so far away
Yet I asked and begged they would not budge
Now Alone I weep my sorrows
Against the cold alabaster stone beneath my feet

I raise my hands to the sky
Rain falling all around
I scream again with no avail
Yet I am still here alone

My mother my friend my hero
You died so young so young
I will continue and be as strong as l can
But at this point my will may fade

-Kira Phillips ~Kita