Nova

Written after hearing the story of a drug addict whose father died when she was young.

Oh Nova, what have you done with yourself?
Dark clouds culminate behind my eyes,
Forced painfully to see,
Rocks and crystals stab your eyes red

Who made you do such a thing?
Stole your blue eyes
And pushed you into darkness
Where my only hold of you is dead

When you were little,
I would hold you until you slept,
Letting out little pouts,
As I laid you down softly in your bed

She now stands on a dark street corner
Looking for the next big deal
Taking a pipe to her mouth
And all of her virgin health

My little girl is gone now
White rocks have taken her away
Taken the giggles she used to let out
And the cute smile that was always on her face