We Loved Her

Golden hair and clear blue eyes,
the pretty face that's full of lies.
She hides her hate, she hides her pain,
but now she's gone and here we remain.
Her voice is hushed, heard no more,
In a black bag she'll sleep on the floor.
We miss her so, but don't know why,
Impossible to forget, so hard we'll try.
This ache inside us will not cease.
All we want is a way to release.
This anger inside eats at our heart.
It rips and tears now that we're apart.
This love inside we can't comprehend,
how she's affected us, even in the end.