She was lively,
Such a beautiful child...

It's a contest, it's a jest, and it's a total...
It's a showdown, but it's not sound, it's a rigged...

The crowd is very large,
Larger than I ever thought...

Witches spells,
Incantations of the night...

It's just a sad, lonely, old world,
Without you to bless me in it...

To You I ask forgiveness,
To the secular world, I do not repent...

There rests a small village on the edge of town,
It's a humble town, that doesn't make a sound...

Winter wind,
whistling by...

Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...

How can I let go? What are you trying to say?
It's not as simple as that...I feel so betrayed...

1st Verse:
He was so healthy, and God knows I never...

1st verse:
It's not a simple thing...