Let it be known It was once a depressing thing To look into the eyes of a girl A girl whose eyes were stunning
Let it be known It was a pity when she cried For her tears had run dry And her eyes began to shed tears of blood
Let it be known It was so tragic This girl never smiled Only looked into the past
Let it be known It was once a psychotic thing To see this girl This girl who was like a ghost Arms of scars While fresh blood drips from the newly cut lines
Let it be known She looked like a beauty Her gaze, Unknown knowledge. Her skin, the color of a china doll.
Let it be known That this beauty has grown Cuts healed Skin darker She even smiled now and again.
But let it be known She will never cry tears of salt For her heart may have healed But her soul is still lost
~*~ Meg McClure ~*~
©2006
Let it be known It was a pity when she cried For her tears had run dry And her eyes began to shed tears of blood
Let it be known It was so tragic This girl never smiled Only looked into the past
Let it be known It was once a psychotic thing To see this girl This girl who was like a ghost Arms of scars While fresh blood drips from the newly cut lines
Let it be known She looked like a beauty Her gaze, Unknown knowledge. Her skin, the color of a china doll.
Let it be known That this beauty has grown Cuts healed Skin darker She even smiled now and again.
But let it be known She will never cry tears of salt For her heart may have healed But her soul is still lost
~*~ Meg McClure ~*~
©2006
