I Have No Idea... It Just Wrote Itself.

now tell me of the girl who fell
through cracks in worlds
and straight through hell
into a place she did not know
where moons were round and full and low
and life was simple
short and sweet
and men were kind
and children neat
and no one spoke of hate at all
and none were made to feel so small
a life perfection, flawless, gold
where none would ail, and none grow old 
but birds did not exist to fly
nor hearts to break
or tears to cry
and only happy
only love
and never rain
from skies above
without some pain
without some sorrow
she found life bland
and spent tomorrow
wishing she could fall back home
through cracks in worlds
and straight through hell
back to the world she once did roam
where she'd known love
and pain
and sorrow
and birds could fly
and sing and borrow
life from life
and always moving
never dull
and always proving
hope again
the human way
and loving life
from day to day
despite it all
without perfection
to choose a life of her direction
so tell me of the girl who fell
through cracks in worlds and straight through hell
and tell me how she wanted back
to colour all the rainbows black so she could see them
shine again
and find the gold
at rainbow's end