And as I sat alone with her ghost,
I knew that she had something more to say,
So close our hands could touch,
As years passed by she smiled no less,
If she had only felt the peace
that lies untold between eyes of the unknown,

Too many tears are lost and never found,
Infants held in empty hands,

Her cheeks are blushed, yet not for love,
In hands held, the will of despair,
She wears the perfume of unseen dreams,
They scatter like glass and stain her life,
For the years of twenty and three,

Too many tears are lost and never found,
Infants held in empty hands,

It's all too late to wake up now,
There's never time to look around
at blades of grass your steps have ceased,
But she raises her hand to point to the sky,
"I shall regress in depths denied", she did declare,
But her ghost was weak and all in all,
She found her dream inside her mind
in depths denied....in depths denied...

Too many tears are lost and never found,
Infants held in empty hands,

Too many lives are lost and ceased unsound,
Infants held in empty hands.