Written December 9, 1997
By Aimee Buchanan
Woa to you who I cry out in pain.
For thy heart is sadden in thine eyes.
To what do we mean to be in pain,
And have the need to cry.
Sleep and never awaken,
For yander lies the stars of heaven.
To which thy wondering eyes do follow.
What honor should they bestow upon.
Thee that greives in such pain.
If it be the moringin star; I cast thee to flee.
Flee and take no prisoner,
To leave thy lighted bosom.
For I will never follow the darken morning star.
Tho the king of heaven stays with me,
But never leads me astray
Yet ask me not what I shall believe in
but what i shall not believe in
For which he might be the guide in my life.
I beg for thee to not leave me to cry in pain
And suffer torn and strif.
For today of all days is when I shall see the light.
Yet I may never see again the pain that has stolen my heart;
And left me to cry .
I wrote this when i was seventeen years old.