Did you see her crying, her tears fell to the floor,
Her body it lay dying, as her soul cried out for more.
There was someone whispering, just outside in the hall,
The doctor had done his dealing, to the shadows on the wall.
She would never experience love, or loss, or pain,
She would never see marriage or her children playing in the rain.
She would never understand the beauty of mankind,
She would never know the love inside to bolster with her mind.
Did you see her crying, her tears fell to the floor,
Her body it lay dying, as her soul cried out for more.
She was but a young maid, not barely seventeen.
And all of us, we wept for her, what she has not seen.
She would never see the hate, or passion in their eyes,
She would never know the lust, or listen to their lies.
She would never experience what we know as grief,
She would never understand how her life is incomplete.
We can not stop the poison, we can not undo what’s done,
We can do naught but stand here, and wait for what she begun.
Did you see her crying, her tears fell to the floor,
Her body it lay dying, as her soul cried out for more.
11-11-2006