Emma at fifteen had a dream
One she could see as clear as day
She would be writing lyrical words
For Flyleaf or Evanescence.
As the days advanced to years
The groups have disbanded or died
Maybe  all that happened to Emma
Was she had to change
the names of the bands.
I am left with praying
She remained true to her words,
Though lost to our annals,
That Emma never stopped writing.

© Griffonner 2026