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.