The memories Begin to fade away
the darkest hour tells its unforgiving story
she feels numb, almost dead
she cries a crimson river never to be seen
goodbye my Gothic child says the misunderstood angel
crying tears of sin as the child drifts away.
the fallen angels wait for her to carry her to soul to the land of the dead
her body so small and weak never to feel pain again.
each tear she ever cried tells a story of pain
each word you said leaves a scar
each time you think of her you can't help but to feel a shamed!
as the fallen angels hold her so tight she can not help but feel loved.
