Past

She died eleven years ago,
A life cut short by he hands of fate.
Her body drained of blood,
Left lifeless on the ground.

Just five years old,
To young to know of love.
Her heart stopped from pumping,
She was to young to die.

She never knew life,
She was still to innocent.
Never to learn the cruealities,
That this life and world provide.

The only blessing,
Her innocence was kept.
Never taken away,
Always kept.

May she rest in peace,
Buried in her bed so deep.
Protected always,
By our mother Earth.