Wishing Wells

I once heard a singing bird.

Way beyond the bustling city chaos.

And I once knew a girl so blue.

Her eyes were wide but all her thoughts were so distraught.

And I recall.

As if her life was show and tell.

That morning light.

No more sharing fairy tells and wishing wells.

Oh that morning light.

There was no more sharing fairy tells and wishing wells.

And so I thought the better way was to fight it off.

Laying in bed and feeling sorry for myself.

But all my mind was caught up in the way she died.

Slipping away without even no goodbye.

And I recall.

As if her life was show and tell.

That morning light.

No more sharing fairy tells and wishing wells.

Oh that morning light.

There was no more sharing fairy tells and wishing wells.

Heavens frigid avenue took an exit straight to you.

Little one..... you were just a child.