As they stand above her grave looking down
All her pleas fall on deaf ears
As they are on their knees with heavy hearts
All her tears that once flowed, their salt will now sting, the wounds they will now bring
As they sit in the pews at their church, or in their dark rooms
When they look up wondering, why?
Her cries will come to mind, and their heads will bow with regret. They will know that they let all her pleas for release put her in the ground - she will no longer be around
Only in their thoughts and dreams, they will wake in screams
Only those that came to help and love
She will comfort from above.......
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