My soul is empty
A shell I have become...

I'm scared that you won't be there
I'm scared I'll be alone again...

A girl once smiled and laughed
She had innocent thoughts...

The wooden ceiling
The dirt blanket...

The graves are full
Holes dug for the dead...

I put the knife to my writs and arm
I watch the blood drip to the ground...

The few days a week I am happy
Are shot down by knowing the truth...

I wondered what had happened
I asked why...

A soul kind and true
Stole from us so soon...

The past was a broken road
In a mist a darkness...

The song of silence
The sound of breath...

It was broken in two
Split by you...