The Girl Who Bore the Fla

  How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall From this sorry situation, I as always raised reat, ently upon all What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm To endure for those who cried, with desperation I re, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died Or so I thought…