Witnesses, Are There Any?
There Should Be More Than Plenty
The Shadows In The Corners
Mark The Few Mourners
Many Heads Hung Low
The Family Stands Not To Show
The Girl, Where's Her Eyes?
Where Like Crystals In The Sky
The Boy Plays Not His Flute
The Crowd Is Becoming Mute
"Look At Me.......I Stand High."
Shouts The Clouds In The Sky
"I Promise Rain To Those Below."
Death Kisses The Curling Show
Her Body Lies On The Ground
As The Rain Comes Pouring Down
Skull And Cross Bones Mark The City
She Was More Than Deathly Pretty
