Alone Among the Dead
What has she done to become such?
The beauty within remaining hush.
Where her feet are cold and the winds blow,
In this world she does not know.
Where not a single soul asks her to stay,
A place where people see her as a vain display.
Not one knows her heart,
A loving person from the start
But now is too late to remember mistakes.
They can let their heart ache.
All the loneliness and hate led,
For her to live among the dead
Where they welcome her,
For who she is.
Where she is now in bliss.
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