A cupboard in a workhouse,
or so they say.
Five others of "her kind"
stumbled upon her today.
a noose to hold her tight
a leap through the air. . .
Another soul departs
she landed on the golden stair.
At the gates of heaven
an angel had arrived.
Skipped through the pearly sheen
and left all the torment behind.
"Them" that found her wonder
where she went and why?
They too must suffer her agony
because she chose to die!
At school the corridors are silent-
Where yesterday was noise
now flows a stream of tears,
shed from all the girls and boys.
Even those who disliked her,
who added to her pain,
Stand around in circles
writhing from the shame!
The rumours have now grown
spread wings and fly away.
That doesn't mean we shall forget her
the memory's here to stay.
But all is not lost now
death brings us close together.
We see what life is about
from her famous leap of glory. . .
