Cries of The Girl

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

The stars cry for us tonight

Their tears will wash us clean

All the misdeeds and lies

Gone were the days

Those sad goodbyes

Oceans of grief will consume our souls

For the saints know what we do not know

They grieve over each and every little girl

Who lost their treasure to beasts of the night

For every tear, both saltish and wet

For all the blood that was shed

They were silenced to serve

Bound in chains

They can never break away

Shame and despair clouds their eyes

They are infinite to the ends

We must do something, we cannot relent.

Before they break and break and break.