One little girl stands next to a grave,
A single tear runs down her face,
Her eyes are blood shot from the darkness that consumed her.
A lifeless body stands with the soft wind blowing black robbons.
Brown eyes stare at autumns grim leaves.
Tears escape her and fall around her body.
This day is gloomy from the horror that took place the night before.
Mist covers the ground to hide the blood stained earth.
One little girl stands next to a grave.