Silent she is braking
Silent she goes on crying
How douse she disserve this?
When she lets out her last breath

Silent is the night
When this girl was born
And silent is the night
From witch she is torn
Who's fault is it now when she is layed down
With  skin pail as snow
Her death not a signal person knows
Why must she be put threw this
When all she disserved was bliss?