A very cute poem... A very cute poem...

The poem shows that the wake up call is sound clattering. The poem shows that the wake up call is sound clattering.

Without greeting he told Me to return all that stuff That belongs to him. Without greeting he told Me to return all that stuff That belongs to him.

Here I stand in the darkness of the night Where only the stars see me, Here I stand in the darkness of the night Where only the stars see me,

She just cried out loud Am I really a big girl now? She just cried out loud Am I really a big girl now?

Where my mind is blown away And my soul is ripped apart. Where my mind is blown away And my soul is ripped apart.