Gray skies,
Sunshine dies,
The world goes on,
As a young girl cries,
Betrayal, rape, cruelty, and death,
Tragedy strikes with every breath,
For there is no soul that will not die,
For there is no soul that will not fly,
The rose in her hand,
She lays by the stone,
The love in her heart,
So feebly shown,
Though the friend she has lost,
She will never forget,
Things unsaid,
She will always regret,
Speaking out loud,
She remembers the past,
Wounderful times,
That just didn't last,
As raindrops fall from darkened skies,
Teardrops fall from haunted eyes,
From the grave she turns away,
Only to return another day,
And just like the friend,
That lives in her head,
The rose by the stone,
Is withered and dead.
