Debbie

There was a time when home was home
Things couldn磘 come to be alone
Weather was fine and moods were high
Some in the distance tried to fly
But suddenly a storm did wake
Woke up with pain — too much to take
The ashes fly and fruits are bruised
We can磘 deny — something we would use
Debbie wants to go far away
Far away from home, no rules to break
Debbie wants to know how the angels fly
Debbie wants to live and rest a while
And now sheç£ó gone away, her parents cry
And if they only could they would retry
But debbie she has learned how angels fly
She left her life and died, but who knows why
Rest a while