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A story of a girl called “Adia”.





“Sarah!” She would cry

She cried for you, she cried your pain

She felt your feelings that hurt your soul

“Adia” died the day your flesh

Took her breath, left her gasping alone

Friends left soon thereafter,

One by one, all were gone

Friends of money, friends of fame

There was nothing left with her to gain



Finally, she sat and spun the wheel of time

spinning the rays of the sun

twining them into a rope

hanging this rope from the roof of her years

wearing that rainbow colored noose around her neck

Killing herself everyday



Finally, the day she left for home

Alone with a few scratched LP’s

Through the door leading to the porch

Wooden stairs she once shared with you



Mother is calling, she said

Father is worried too

All the friends were anxiously waiting

For her to come home



No remorse she felt, Sarah

Life is harsh, she often said

Loneliness haunts the ones forlorn                                        

Some fail and others succeed

Survival is the God for life



Deeply she wished for you, Sarah!

To be happy and find your piece

Only wish she ever had

For you to save that song for last

It came with the wind and swept you away

Droplets of black it left tainting the paper so white

Words that died humming, yearning to become a song



This is a story of a little girl

“Aida” is her name in your song