Self and Cars

One night Amanda Self walked across the street not seeing a car which didnt have its headlights on, and had hit amanda self and killed her. This poem/story is for my sister who was friends with Amanda

The Little Girl had danced her last

After she has strolled  in the dark

When she stepped foot in the road

Her little soul had gone to rest

Shes now put to rest

 

Her bright spirit shining through it

kepping dark light out of the box

Being friends with all she loves

oh don't you cry oh shes still here

 

She's now put to rest

But shes still here

Heaven, Heaven

In Heaven.

Author's Note

(Its a song also, i made it a song..) o: