Red as rose,
Red as hair...

In all the world and beyond the stars
I could never find a boy with a golden heart...

Looking at her now you couldn't tell.
That poor child has lived through hell...

Like a statistic I wander the streets.
Just don't have bags or trash on my feet...

To whom it may concern:
My daughter wont be showing up for school today...

A smile like grace in only photos reclaim
The beauty of your soul that now...

[Intro]
Moonlight shines through the darkened night...