she entered the doorway
she walked to the front passed all the watchful eyes
she layed her hand on the wood
she cried as she thought about it
all the people here mourning eyes dripping with sorrow
eyes pass right through her and look beyond the shadow
not a single person stand to great her
another man steps up beside her palces a rose and a letter down to my love
she cries some more as he places it over
his hand glides through hers as she whispers to her self
the pastor mourns her loss the congregation sobs some more sorrow
she stands alone in the corner remembring it all
flashes of red and white loud screams and painful sighs
black flairs as she hits the cold ground a man screams again and again
screams fill the air will she make it this time? will i make it this time?
she closes her eyes one last time sharp pains take her over
black fills her mind the footsteps fade softer and softer away and the pains ends
with haste she opens her eyes and wipes the tears away face empty tears hit the floor
the pastor lays his hand on her and wispers rest in peace my dear