Why did you hit me? Why are you so mean? My head is hurting, and why do you scream?
I didn’t mean to break it, I didn’t think I could. But why did you hurt me? I never thought you would.
I told you I was sorry and I wont do it again. Now I see this lady and who wants to be my friend.
This lady standing here in white, she wants to help me up. She is holding out her hand. Doesn’t care about that broken cup.
I think I will go with her, you don’t seem to care. I will walk away with the lady who gently stroked my hair.
We walked into this bright light, my head it isn’t sore. I think I am in heaven where you can’t hurt me no more.