-CometDust-

The little girl sat in her swing

blond curls the way they are before

you grow up the everywhere I don't care

it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight

a throne for a flower crown.

Even if it was never

About legacy,

Your memory

Cannot mean nothing.

Your family

Should remember you

And admittedly

No matter what we say

This

Is true.

So who

Will speak