Little Missy was a dreamer,
she tried everything she had to make her dreams come true,
But she was done with failing,
One sunny day in June.
She took herself out at sunset, to the stream behind the farm
her mother and father were inside-
The quiet before the storm.
Little Missy took off her shoes
and stepped into the cold wet stones
She was sick of being afraid
Sick of being alone.
She followed to the stream to the waterfall,
Looked at the jagged rocks below
And cried dear god why can't things be the same
as they were long ago?
Then she took one last step forward
And began to fall,
She hit the rocks before she could hear
her mother's frightened call.
Blood stained the water
With an awful crimson blush,
but the little town she came from
Wouldn't miss her that much.
Let's hope little Missy does rest in a world where she's happy with something,
Because wouldn't it be a waste if she jumped for nothing?
Little Missy was a dreamer,
She tried to make her dreams come true,
but she was done with failing one sunny day in June.










