Lost Dream

Little girl sits with her head hanging down

Time to think and wipe away her frown

Staring through her window raindrops fell

Storm clouds the room and fills her self

And the time has come for her to know

The bell calls her name and the march begins with force

Pleading with the gods to please change their course

The reaper sits quietly near her with a grin

She will pay dearly, costs for her sin

And the nails pound in her hand

Pain falls from her eyes

Pain falls from her cries

Pain falls as she dies

Pain falls from her eyes

The sun brings forth new life and a new day

Turning over time and rotten will decay

Someone tells a tale just as they will

It will sit in a journal on the windowsill

And there it sits for crying out for help

Pain falls from its eyes

The pain falls from its cries

Pain falls as it dies

The pain falls from its eyes