The day the war was over, so the story goes
you could hear the churchbells ring hear the laughter
but with hope and glory, lingers memories
in the dark a girl would dance with her shadows

First she lose her father in the burning debris
sorrow took her mother so castly so she was
brought up in a house of strangers

Many years went by so her torment grew a place where children mustn't cry
not a soul to talk too she created her friends through a roomlit view
hand in hand but never shy, the silent few

Locked in a room the walls were closing in

To be continued...