Your face, your hands, your eyes,
I hear you talk, I hear you tell,
Your hopes, your dreams, your lies.
I walk with you hand in hand,
But as the midnight bell strikes,
Your hand becomes looser, and then alone I hike.
And when I think of your face, your eyes
I think of that fateful day, when our love got lost,
Your life was cost,
On that terrible day of May.
Bethany Oliver (age 12)