• Tears like rain,
    Smiles like sunshine.
    Tempers run high,
    Voices run low.
    Everything she knew began to slow,
    Once happy and good,
    Turns to hate and sorrow.
    How can one think of tomorrow?
    With one slap to the face she falls.
    With hate in his mind he calls,
    Calls her to the room with no escape,
    She had to face her fate.
    Dreaming on what should have been,
    There on the floor her life ends.
    All because of one fatal love,
    She's now soring in the heavens up above..