Her name was never spoken,
As I carved into her veins,
She's long outgrown the scars of me,
But bears my markings still-

She's still in West Virginia,
Between a valley and a hill,
Standing in memorial,
Of the idea of a scream.

Fade on into it again.

She saw it through the window,
As her hands reached out to save,
Clutching at a distance that grew
greater every time she moved-

Intercepting silent prayers
as they whispered through
her aching fingers.
Standing in helpless witness
Of the screams that never came.

Fade on out of it again.

Her name was but a token
of the pains yet to arise,
she's long hence lost the sight of me,
but holds the echo of my cries.

She fell in West Virginia,
With no one there to hear,
Weathered limbs still clinging,
To the screams lost in the fear,

Fade on into it again.