A little something that's been sitting around doing nothing; vague explanations of how empty one feels when one's childhood hero dies before her time. Before you got to meet her. Before you told her how much she meant to you. Before she knew you existed. Truly; before her time.
Her Heart of Gold.
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Time ticks on; though our world has stopped,
The sands in the hourglass pour relentlessly.
Our time has come; and passed; and is gone;
Yet they forgot, and left us, here; alone.
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The cold is unfeeling, and no warmth burns our hearts,
We stand, and wait, and wonder.
The night air is fresh; and our minds, are dusty.
We shall never forget; never let go.
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Our words are empty, our eyes are hollow.
We wish we could turn back the clock.
Our hearts beat unbidden; our lives aren't the same,
Yet we are left for a reason; they forgot.
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Her hologram lives on; in our minds, and our souls,
We wish we could give more, give life.
Yet we know, we're sorry, it would hurt too much,
Her time was then. It's ours now.
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We shall never forget,
she shall always live;
in our minds, and memories, and soul.
We shall never forget,
she shall always live;
Our Sarah Jane, with her heart made of gold.