As I reflect for the song of my life,
I wonder what kind it will be.
For I shall not be surprised if I find it to be depressing,
And constantly wonder about its finale, for it shall certainly end.

I have only lived for a short while,
And all adults think children are unknowing.
But I have seen much with the youth of sixteen,
And I am always reflecting the things I have seen and have yet to see.

The happy memories are washed over by the sad ones,
And at that moment, the light of my soul shall be condemned in never --------ending darkness.
Deaths all around my eyes scare me senseless and unable to speak,
But the words continue to flow out, only for me to find that they are not --------my own.

I escape into myself and start the long journey through the darkness of --------my mind,
All around, hearing the sad and confused words of the song of my soul.
And as I wonder through the dark, lost and hysterical from fear,
I spot a light of hope that shines in a form of an angel, and leads the --------the way to my heart.

This light that shines so holy brings my mind to ease,
For in and at the end of my journey, I can hear my solo-et.
She shall sing of light and joy with a voice that brings with it a state --------of tranquility.
For now the song has suspended, and I am content, but ever waiting, --------to hear the angels next verse.