A GIRL WAS BORN FROM DARKNESS,
AND SHONE JUST LIKE THE SUN.
SHE ROSE TO FOOL THE HEARTLESS,
BUT GAVE HER LOVE TO NONE.

SO THIS GIRL DID DIED IN GLORY,
ON THE FIELD WHERE SHE WAS SLAIN,
AND SHE'LL NEVER HEAR HER STORY
AND WE'LL NEVER KNOW HER NAME.

Auteur: Emory Sharplin