• Bleeding Hearts......
    Once there was a girl,
    Who lived up on a hill,
    Only with her father,
    Who would pay the bills,
    Her mother died giving birth,
    And the little girl still feels the hurt,
    But at least she had her father,
    Who would always protect her,
    One normal day she entered the house,
    And found her father dead,
    Torn by grief she ran away,
    Never to be seen again,
    But if people do see her,
    The first thing they ask,
    "Are you in pain?"
    She'll answer so softly,
    "Cant you see my heart bleeding on the grass?"