The rope is left hanging out of fear that
the curse will continue onto whoever cuts it down
A child in the wind whispers
about the path once lived on this unlit road
A tale of love, loss, and death that transcends
to his final breath
The crystal reflects a time before
this pain cascaded over this desolate town
Now, nobody stops
All he wanted was to be a diamond
Now his life translates into a dark shadow
echoing in history books and old folk tales
Oh curse the day that rope was tied
Oh curse the day our town died.