Sometimes I still feel like that little girl
Who felt so alone on the top of the hill
Quiet as she watched his fury unfurl
As the snow fell not letting him ****
Himself to finally purge his sins
Thought he had the answers,
He could leave with pride
But with a kick start surprise
Her eyes are where this begins
Just a little sigh, the tiniest whimper
She cried "what about me?"
If she had killed you this might be easier
But love is love, and never that simple
It's bigger than us, so we have to make way
To the questions before us, every new dawning day.