Shyway

Her eyes sparkled like the starry above,

Red roses lay as her family says goodbye.

Rain drips as the air is filled with love,

A soldier is me, I will not cry.

My head hangs lower and my sorrows run deep.

Rain on the iorn rails luring red bugs. 

As I walk, whispers in the breeze cry a weep.

She was beautiful, stay away from drugs.