Every night she sits on that swing and stares at the haunted place.
Wonders what they are making in that horrific space.
Laughs to herself...
Wonders what it is all about.
She sings a few lullabies
A haunting melody to her surprise.
The wicked and the true
The obstinate and the blue.
Every line was sung with grace.
Hanging low was another horrific face.
Now leaving here was her choice.
Amongst the rubble and the noise.
She swung much to high
It left her wounded about to cry.
She faced her fears one more time.
A horrific nightmare, that never shines.
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