Her Blue Heart

Her blue heart lies still
This little girl is so cold and ill
And the pray that she won't die
But how cold and still did she lie

They count down her days
Nothing can warm her
Not even the suns rays

I still recall her faint heartbeating
This little girl lies dying
I can no longer hear her breathing
In the next room her mother is crying

We counted her last hours
Nothing could warm her
It was out if my power
To protect her

The silky sheen of her coffin
Getting lower
Her memories.. There is nothing
Nobody did know her

No remains
Nothing is the same
Not even the picture frames
But we'll keep playing these games

And now her little brother
Is being kept ill
It's all because of the mother
The ghost is on the window sill

She didn't have to die
Let's take down the mother
Cold and still she now lies
Shot in the head by her brother