This Is The Girl

This is the girl for whom all tears fall

This is the girl who was having a ball

Just a dark smear masking the eyes

Spirited away, hurried/worried in size



This is the girl that crossed the line

This is the song of the smothering vine

Twisted as laurel to crown her head

Laid as a wreath upon her bed



This is the girl



This is the blood that turned into wine

This is the wine of the house it is said

This is the girl who yearned to be heard

So much for cradling a smouldering bird



This is the girl

This is the girl



This is the girl for whom all tears fall

This is the girl who was having a ball

This is the laurel to crown her head

This is the wine of the house it is said



This is the blood that turned into wine

This is the wine of the house it is said

This is the girl who cried to be heard

So much for cradling a smouldering bird



This is the girl

This is the girl

This is the girl