Tears fall down her face,

in the candle lit night.

No one hears her cries,

her pleas of help.

The winds and the storm,

are the only ones who,

Listen

While that little girl's left

dying in her kitchen.

Where she's left no one listens.

She has been stabbed,

by her one true love.

One who she thought was,

sent from above.

In her final hour,

as she drew her last breath.

All she wanted was her death.