4Her large doe eyes, a gentle brown,
Snowy cheeks like strawberries and cream,
She may be beautiful and oh so divine,
Yet no one notices her glorious mind.
She used to be a blinding light,
in the confined darkness,
As fierce as a majestic lion,
But now just a quiet whisper, searching for sound.
Fading, Fading, Fading.
She holds a pleading look in her eyes,
Wishing for her voice to be heard,
Her parents believe she lies, lies, lies,
But she just wants you to see…
Fading, Fading, Fading.
Now it is too late,
The time has come,
Now she must leave,
Her life is done.
Fading, Fading, Faded…
She now rests on a chaise of silk.
Her eyes no longer a gentle brown,
But a lifeless coal black,
And her cheeks now a powdery white.
Because she has Faded, Faded, Faded…
what do you think? xxxxxx