Velvet curtains over a sunlit window
Casting their shadows over the floor
Shattered peace standing over the scene
Blood stains the grass and vultures fly low
Sirens blare and there are coming more
The falling rain no longer clean
Shouts of sorrow cease to cease
Something is put into the back of a van
Screeching tires come again
This time they aren't coming, but leaving
All is lost, stand to speak
Funeral gone, it's been a week
Not forgotten, but never known
By those to come who would love her most