Her body is weak and it shakes with fear
This angelic face is stained with tears
A delicate mind is now lost with rage
Her beauty is kept in this mask-like cage
Her head is laid low in a forfeiting bow
the one question in her mind is how
betrayed by her God she yearns not to cry
Her savior isn't here to watch her die
The silver blade is perched on her wrist
She is gone now, for by death she was kissed
