She's stuck in a box
and I can't get in.
I try and I try,
but I just can't win.
It's made out of glass.
I see her scared face.
She cannot get out,
she's so out of place!
The box is so thick.
It just wouldn't break.
She's so very fragile.
How much more can she take?
It's broken, it's shattered,
the box is now bare.
I don't know how it happened.
But now she's not there
The box lies in pieces.
The torture has ceased.
She's no longer with us,
but now shes at peace.
C.M.G. written by my daughter!!