• She was an outcast, the odd one out
    Within the others, hatred sprout
    They took advantage of her gentle soul
    And sent her down with a deathly toll

    With stakes held high they started the fire
    They all glared at her with unquenched desire
    She struggled to break free with all her might
    But there was no energy left to fight

    Charred black ashes burnt through her chest
    Darkened spirits took care of the rest
    Blood red eyes now glow with rage
    The damage is done let's turn the page

    A decade from now she stands tall and strong
    There's no way to correct what's already wrong
    No one could hear her pleas and cries
    No one was there to dry her eyes

    But now she doesn't need it, not now, no more
    She's frozen cold, right down to the core
    Empty of emotions, she strays in hell
    With dark clouds roaming and one black bell

    For once she's found where she belongs
    She picked up a pair of fiery tongs
    And sent a burnt note up to heaven
    "Thank you for sending me here, when I was seven."