Submitted by Miriam
E-mail: talkative156@hotmail.com
Over us a bright cloud hung
As our lives once begun
Fill of happiness and light
Given a loving smile so brightBut as it continues, we slowly rot
Wondering about lifes big plot
Slowly we begin to tire
From our lives we will retire
Over us cloud once again hung
From our lives we get shun
Hoping we left a mark
As we fall into the dark