As they all said “she’s dead”
She had the name she was pretty as bright as missing candles
She at egg and fell down
She screamed to the heaven why me

They all wished and wished for her to die
She set down and wrote her final words

Maybe eyes had story to tell and hand kept on shaked shaking and shaking

They must all start dancing in the rain like a fat lady
She fell and whispered
Her name “joy”
She laid her final breath and she died