Watch her walk,
Slowly down the wrong path into the arms of the reaper.
See her struggle to breathe,
Trying to hold her head above water.
Don't worry darling the reaper will return her,
He will return her with a blackened,
With a taste for blood.
No longer holding onto herself like a broken child,
clutching their teddy in fear.
Thus owning her own like a a warrior,
Fresh from a winning battle,
Stronger then she had ever been before.
Watch her walk tall down a new path,
Straight into happiness.
Walking on water instead of drowning.
Fear not hunny she grew up because of you,
She felt real pain and she knew.
Just. Watch. Her
She will show you how it feels,
She can be your angel,
She can be your darkest fear,
Just watch how she walks...
The way she walks can tell you EVERYTHING.