Clouds above in the shade of grey,
Roof below with it's tilted ways,
Trees all around whistling away.
Girl alone, sitting on the roof today,
She knows she'll cry on the 2nd of May.
But now in this moment, as her hair sways,
She thinks of Ashlee, so far far away,
She hopes she'll meet her someday,
But Ashlee keeps walking above that blanket of grey,
Where the silver lining accents her face,
But forever in his heart, she will always stay.
(In memory of Ashlee... RIP)
-by Sandra