| Unwritten Song |
| She dies so young But no one weeps. She looks beautiful In eternal sleep. What would she be If she were to live? What would she do? What would she give? She's another life cold; Another song that never Was done, left unfinished. It couldn't be forever. She's gone now. No one knew her. No one cared; No one loved her. An unfinished song, Another faded memory. No one misses her, Except for me. |