She skips and she twirls through feilds of flowers
smelling their sweet fragrance for hours and hours
 
The braids in her hair are woven with love
and she wonders about the clouds floating above
 
She dances with the wind, following it's song
until she has been spinning in circles way too long
 
She falls with laughter and turns her eyes toward heaven
An innocent child of only seven
 
Lost in the joy of her own little world
completely unaware of the evil soon to be hurled
 
It watches and preys, jelous of her hope
and before her day is finished she has learned to cope
 
She learned that the clouds bring rain, and strike fear in her heart
just to remind her of the evil she never knew was in the dark
 
Broken and bruised, she forgets what it's like
to be a child so happily living in the light
 
It's a tragic story that this world did create
to kill a child when she is only eight