Melanie, Melanie, Melanie.

My Dear, sweet, troubled … beautiful Child,

what is it ?, I wonder ?, drives you so wild.

Where from ?, does come, all your pain,

pain making you like a runaway train,

upon tracks leading to self-destruction !

How to stop you ?, I have no instruction !

Does it come ?, some ?, from what I am not,

what I cannot give ?, what I have not got ?

For you to be alive, to help you survive,

To help you derive, to help you revive

the soul, the spirit of the Girl I know,

my Daughter, life forces I’d love to show.

Show a much better path upon which to go,

find fields, rich, beneficial seeds of, to sow

many of life’s experiences bringing you gladness,

times filled with much pleasure, joy and happiness

while all else slips into darkness, fades into an emptiness

that no longer consumes you, issues you may now address.

 

B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill .

December 26^th 2002