She sat near the white roses br Petals fallen on her hair br Tied in golden locks br Agitated by the air br br A pen in her hand br A note pad on her lap br Note pad filled with scribbles br Only it knew her secrets br br She looked far away in a gaze br Her small mind in a dream br She craved him to return from the soil br To embrace her again br br Her grief no one knew br To her it was nothing new br Her blue eyes wait to close br Slowly she mourns to breath br br She eagerly waits to die br Only the paper hears her crybr br sania harrisbr br