You Are Precious

For the troubled and the faint of spirit.

~You Are Precious~

Why are you weeping happiness, when your beauty was so bold?

Why did you dream of death and have a heart so cold?

You were lovely, gorgeous, and a rainbow in this world.

Blessed us all with your good gifts, told stories once untold.

How sweet and innocent you were, when life was still quite rosy.

Now you lie dead in the ground, upon your grave a posy.

Why did you take your own life? I loved it, it was great!

You finally had had enough, just couldn't take the hate.

Why are you weeping my sun, when clouds move in your way?

You are rotting in the ground, a body there to stay.

Did I not express to you your beauty and your worth?

How each and every person has a purpose at their birth?

Who will fill the hole you left, that gaping pit of nothing?

Can't you hear your loved ones cry, now they're all suffering.

My good flower, you were planted away from the sun.

The shadows choked you, stole your life, and now they have one.

All I can do for you each day is say a prayer at night...

For the angels to keep you, love you, hold your lovely soul so tight...

-Alyssa Mitchell