She's playing by herself, little girl so young,
Not thinking of the shadow, the troubles yet begun,
Still she sits there, her mind full of innocence,
Nowhere is her parents, to see his none-innocent kiss,

She begs for the shadow to let her go, her soul he will steal
The silence from her mouth will never heal,
Can’t this pass, anything but this,
It’s been an hour, still she cries.

The weeping souls watch in dread,
As her life gets ripped to shreds,
She watches as the shadow leaves,
While she struggles back in her sleeves.

I see her now, see all of the sorrow,
And want to comfort her, today and tomorrow,
Years go by, yet the memory never dies,
It’s been thirty years, still she cries.