• The poets will to love again
    Will quickly fade and perish
    For the everlasting love she gave him
    Was all she had to cherish

    Deep within the poets soul
    Sings a little girl she once knew
    With the most beautiful of voices
    To the poet she was always so true

    The little girl always sang to her
    When the poet cried many tears
    She sang to ease the poets pain
    And scare away all her fears

    The poet always thinks of that man
    That she loved oh so much
    The poet swore she'd give her life
    For him, she'd suffer in hell's clutch

    No matter what the man did to her
    No matter how much cruel pain
    The poet would stay true
    For no matter what she loved him in vain

    One day as the sun glistened brightly
    The poet's light soon grew dim
    The little girl gave her first tear as
    She watched the poets chance grow slim

    The poet just layed there
    The little girl trying ever so hard to sing
    Alas no voice came out
    Not even a tiny ring

    Soon after the little girl died as well
    And they where together once more
    The poet never cried again
    Not once was she sore

    Even as a ghost the poet saw him everyday
    Never to be at peace she'd seek his love
    Now he cant hear her as she can scream
    The words she could never speak.