I know the story of a girl,
Her heart, her tears, and all the world.
A tale I’ve never spoken of,
About a girl who fell in love.
The warmth and hope of open eyes,
Shimmering like summer skies.
A smile that some will never know,
A heart, surrendered, yet aglow.
They say the world was made for this,
The truth of heaven in her kiss.
A young and fragile girl in love,
Sweet and gentle, tender dove.
Her open eyes held no insight,
To what would happen on that night,
When her true love would go astray,
And to her heart, bring disarray.
She wept into the flowing stream,
And with it, bled her only dream.
Her every breath of bliss had died,
And to the sun and moon she cried.
And then, as dusk was drawing near,
She wept one blackened crystal tear,
That fell upon the earth as one,
Ripping through the moon and sun.
A shadow cast, a wicked spell,
Upon their knees as darkness fell,
Tearing through the world of men,
Never to be seen again.
And on that day, when silence fell,
Within a tear, the wrath of hell.
All of man fell to the deep,
One girl, alone, was left to weep.