Faith’s Faith Faith was a little girl, so very small and pure Her mother was clearly crazy, since Faith’s father went to war. Her school was oh so tragic, her friends sick as dogs. But little old Faith, she defies all the odds. Faith was a poor, poor girl. But once you see her past unfurl, You’ll start to feel a little downcast, To see her awful past. Faith tried to help the sorrow found. When she could not, she was so unsound. She asked her classmates if they could help, “We cannot,” they simply yelped. She asked her friends, running out of hope, “We cannot” they merely spoke. Poor Faith she could not think worse thoughts, She went to ask her mother, for the answers she sought. Faith was a poor, poor girl. But once you see her past unfurl, You’ll start to feel a little downcast, To see her awful past. Her mother had stopped grieving much, Instead Faith started sobbing such. Her mother simply smiled, And told the tale of a small child Who grew up to fight

This Busy World New light Gives a fright My eyes fill with white On this busy world The city moves so quick I makes me feel sick Yet there still is magic On this busy world My head feels heavy My hair is so messy My mind thick with envy On this busy world A few days later Things feels much greater There could be more failure On this busy world I turn my head from the trouble As I stifle a chuckle For there is suffer double On this busy world I still see you running through the heath I still remember your last breath I could not help your vile death On this busy world