Bora born
Pamala
From the land of Oz
he read the news,
of the battle raging,
within this girl.
A note she left
for all to read,
a testimony,
that she still breathed.
Despair had finally
caught her up,
too little too late
as she thought this up.
The fear of life
would shake her bed,
until she realised
what was in her head.
Driven by fear
the mind this day,
now just a little more
if I can have my say.
Suicide is ultimately
driven by fear,
the fear of life
tops
the fear of death
my dear.
In your words
is the jewell showing the way,
composed by the heart
shared with us today.
Within lies
the creative spark,
please keep these words
close to your heart.
For you are never alone
in a world of fear,
spirit to now
surround and protect you
my dear.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
he read the news,
of the battle raging,
within this girl.
A note she left
for all to read,
a testimony,
that she still breathed.
Despair had finally
caught her up,
too little too late
as she thought this up.
The fear of life
would shake her bed,
until she realised
what was in her head.
Driven by fear
the mind this day,
now just a little more
if I can have my say.
Suicide is ultimately
driven by fear,
the fear of life
tops
the fear of death
my dear.
In your words
is the jewell showing the way,
composed by the heart
shared with us today.
Within lies
the creative spark,
please keep these words
close to your heart.
For you are never alone
in a world of fear,
spirit to now
surround and protect you
my dear.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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