I'm innocent and sweet, like all lovely girls
My eyes are blue and my hair's in curls
My parents are dead,I was adopted so young
I can't even remember whereI come from
Don't remember their faces, can't remember their names
Can't remember their voices, or their cute baby games
Can't remember the reason that they passed away
Can't remember the reason that I'm here to stay today
It started so nicely,I thought all was great
But the warning of malice; it came way too late
I'm innocent and sweet, and yet all these things die
Normal girls weep, but I can't seem to cry
My new parents, they hate me, they shie in fright
Twas as if I ran at them while wielding a knife
The death and the dying increase all around
Ican't shed a tear when they're put in the ground
My mother is singing andI turn around
a push and I'm falling below the ground
and then I plummet down into this well
I hear echoing voices, and I blast them to hell
as I whisper to them my final farewell.
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Yeah. A poem about Samara... I'm not one hundred percent sure it's one hundred percent accurate but...I do try. -grins-