To Jolynn Austin

XxX

What would time make of her?

How can she say she's happy,

When on the inside.

She's in her own private hell?

( Can you help me?)

Can't anybody see, what those words say, and

behind those eyes of brown perfection.

Is a lost soul, of someone crying.

For, your help. Guide her.

( Will you help me?)

Behind the smiles, and the silken dreams.

Even those laughs of innocence,

Are something to fear,

Because Satan fears, and you run.

( Will you stop me?)

She danced along the path of hell,

As she was running from the pure world, the right world.

Of good, the bad, and the in between.

Where does she stand?

( Can you tell me? )

She gazed into her own eyes,

Noting how..she had rivers.

Clear and Red, singing together,

in a joyous harmony.

( Would you listen to my song?)

She hadn't meant to..

She hadn't meant to..

She didn't mean to commit this,

Divine sin of holy hell.

( Heaven is no longer there for me.)

No tears, and no sorrow,

why the hell should she wait,

for the tomorrow that will never come?

If she can't even open her eyes.

( Miss me now?)