A cry from the very depth of her soul,
Heart so hurt its now turned cold.
Icy fingers now clutch it in its hold
Dare you hold her unsteady hand
Help her up and make her stand
Give her the warmth she so craves
Before she makes her home in her grave.
Heart so hurt its now turned cold.
Icy fingers now clutch it in its hold
Dare you hold her unsteady hand
Help her up and make her stand
Give her the warmth she so craves
Before she makes her home in her grave.