Her cries shifted to become a harmony
and her words were swept by the reckless wind
to combined with the other broken voices
of souls who lived in the land without gods.

Their sorrowful melody becoming faint
as gun fires and screams played along
to the songs of the breeze.

She will sing for her mother and her father,
for the dreams that only stayed with the clouds
and for the schemes that killed her mind.

For the brothers and sisters that have lost their warmth,
for the grief she will never receive when it is her time to part.

She will sing her broken ballad,
And she will never be heard.