That strange little Lucy,
Always hard to find,
A pesky little girl hiding,
She laid low in the grass,
Or high up in a tree,
A playful little lass,
That strange little Lucy,
She was so scared,
That fateful day,
She heard voices when people weren't there,
And saw horrible things,
When the lightning struck,
She had run out of luck,
It was terrifying,
For that poor little Lucy,
Her heart stopped,
Her breathing ceased,
No longer alive,
But somehow here for you to see...
As a phantom,
She moans and groans,
Letting you know....
It's strange littlte Lucy
 Wurlee · Mon May 10, 2010 @ 03:36am · 0 Comments |
