Once upon a cursed time,
A young girl took her life,
Slit her wrists and bled to death,
To leave a world of strife,
She left behing a gaping hole,
One that can never be filled,
So while her family mourn and grieve,
The world for them is stilled.
We remember the light in her heart,
The smile held in her eyes,
We sit and curse the wretched souls,
That made her want to die.
Although the earthly body is gone,
Her love and light remains,
And I for one, cannot wait,
Until we meet again.
A long time coming it will be,
But one thing I do know,
An imprint in your heart remains,
When you love someone so.
So hold her memory and valour high,
Preserve her honour still,
For I know that when brave women die,
Their honour never will.