punkpixie
11/09/04, 10:12 AM
When she was 5 Annie drew a picture,
The trees were green and the sky was blue,
As you’d expect from a child.
Rosy, bright with sun
Safe sleep at night.
When she was 10 Annie wrote a story,
A prince, a princess and a happy ending
As you’d expect from a girl.
Ever after, sealed with a kiss.
Stay up late.
When she was 13 Annie got caught in a war,
There was smoke, fire, bullets and guns,
As you’d expect in a battle.
Blood and death.
Up and awake all night.
When she was 15 Annie cried herself to sleep,
Bare trees through blurred eyes and swollen lids,
As you’d expect from a prisoner.
Broken nightmare, living Hell
Won’t wake up.
The trees were green and the sky was blue,
As you’d expect from a child.
Rosy, bright with sun
Safe sleep at night.
When she was 10 Annie wrote a story,
A prince, a princess and a happy ending
As you’d expect from a girl.
Ever after, sealed with a kiss.
Stay up late.
When she was 13 Annie got caught in a war,
There was smoke, fire, bullets and guns,
As you’d expect in a battle.
Blood and death.
Up and awake all night.
When she was 15 Annie cried herself to sleep,
Bare trees through blurred eyes and swollen lids,
As you’d expect from a prisoner.
Broken nightmare, living Hell
Won’t wake up.