She's gone

A blackened wick is what remains,
the flame was blown out just recently.
Although the candle hadn’t burned down to the stick,
it won’t be lit again, the day won’t be quite as bright.

We don’t know what she may have been,
all we know is what she left behind,
an apartment cluttered with children’s toys,
photos of good times.

In the bedroom there’s sheets on the windows,
there’s a four poster bed for a reason,
on the floor there’s a box full of secrets
it won’t be opened.

Here older boys and girls would play,
all inhibitions were left behind,
as the door would close, her face began to shine,
this was her finest hour, this was her finest time.

She’s gone and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me.
She’s gone and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me.

She’s gone, but not forgotten, she’s still here,
in all those years she touched so many lives.
Who’s gonna watch the little girl she left behind?

Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard,
all the other children have gone.
After waiting for hours,
she can’t understand why her mother left her sad.

In the darkness she sees definition,
in the silence she hears someone calling,
after nightmares, she lies in bed screaming,
but there’s no reaction.
There’s no one listening, there’s no one…

Now she’s gone, and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me,
she’s gone and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me,
she’s gone and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me.