That day, memorable as ever.
That day, I will never forget her.
That day, everything I see was white.
That day, her blood was the only red at sight.
She always loved playing in the snow.
She always loved how she always know
That I also loved to see her play
Making what she loved called Snowman Clay.
But then one day, she was gone
I thought that day, she missed the sun.
But no, that day she was killed
By the guy that hated the snowman she built.
That man, that man, always compared to her
That man, that man, he envied her.
That man, that man, he doesn't like losing
That man, that man, even if the means was killing.
Created: Mar 04, 2014HeyitsClaaar Document Media