It Doesn't Matter Anyways...

I think i hear the clouds,
They're rumbling so loud.

Daring me to cry,
Overtaking the blackened sky.
Echoing in my head,
She's going to be dead.
Nearing dawn they sing,
Throughout the night they bring.

Mourning for her fate,
After tonight she'll be too late.
They can't save her now,
The sky is shutting down.
Empty little girl,
Relieved of this world.

Apparent and so clear,
Needlessly aiming toward her fear.
Yearning to stop her death,
Wishing with her last breath.
As night comes to its end,
Yesterday will descend.
Signs of her last goodbye...