This soul of hers can only spare a heart
with one beat is were she starts
this angel of hers right by her side
touches her hand
with not to die
a tear seeping down a face
upon a child who seeks her waits
her spirits out and free
the child can see her
a man who needs her
searches for help
her hearts dying
in his it melts
with drips of pain...in silents her voice is kept
her screams are nothing to people
but only to death
that man who crys who wants her awake
this coma she can no longer take
with her spirit she goes in her body to be free
her mind is lost
her body's weak
in seeks of hope
and so many in pain
shes dying
with only two going insane
in that matter no help in her rest
with a heart of silents in her human breast
hes tired his hearts so cold
this little soul of hers is growing old
little hopes of hers
so small hopes in him
a tear is dropped on the warm-ness
of her face
she dies of soul
he dies of wait
the little girl prays in her hope of knees
none can be answered of what she pleads
her body's now in dust and dust with what she was made
shes now were no ones to wait
