Ellie Rockbelle's Page

Life is but a withering thing.

We're told to live while we're young, 

But now, it's gone too far.

The songs of the weak must be sung.

I miss the years of innocence. 

When all the pain was yet to be known.

With many dying, crying, hurt,

But, unfortunately, our life's not sewn.

Those poor, suffering souls.

I feel sad, I'm no longer young.

I no longer want to know.

My song is finally being sung.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry.

I can no longer live painless with this worry