Story of "Adia"

[nickkler]

“Sarah!” She would cry
She cried for you, she cried your pain
She felt your feelings that hurt your soul
“Adia” died the day your flesh
Took her breath, left her gasping alone
Friends left soon thereafter,
One by one, all were gone
Friends of money, friends of fame
There was nothing left with her to gain

Finally, she sat and spun the wheel of time
spinning the rays of the sun
twining them into a rope
hanging this rope from the roof of her years
wearing that rainbow colored noose around her neck
Killing herself everyday

Finally, the day she left for home
Alone with a few scratched LP’s
Through the door leading to the porch
Wooden stairs she once shared with you

Mother is calling, she said
Father is worried too
All the friends were anxiously waiting
For her to come home

No remorse she felt, Sarah
Life is harsh, she often said
Loneliness haunts the ones forlorn
Some fail and others succeed
Survival is the God for life

Deeply she wished for you, Sarah!
To be happy and find your piece
Only wish she ever had
For you to save that song for last
It came with the wind and swept you away
Droplets of black it left tainting the paper so white
Words that died humming, yearning to become a song

This is a story of a little girl
“Aida” is her name in your song