I held her hand, she held my heart,
an age or two ago.
And though it was this age she left,
the feelings leave me slow.

I hold her memories in my heart,
forever they are dear.
And just to hold those thoughts to me,
I'll always have her near.

I lost her on a night so dark,
a mirror of my soul.
In truth I can't regain her,
and never shall be whole.

I wish that night I knew her fate,
though that shall never be.
I might have had the power then,
to keep her safe by me.

That night stings harsh with clarity,
so her story I will tell.
For hope it may release me,
and dissolve my sorrows spell.

She used to walk alone at night,
upon a hidden trail.
And I begged her not to every night,
although I'd often fail.

She said was best to give her peace,
some time to call her own.
I said was best to keep her safe.
She'd shrug and gently moan.

In memory of that cruel night,
my eyes well now with tears,
and anger fills my heart with that
fulfillment of my fears.

They found her resting by the trail,
at soft and gentle lake.
And not one shred of purity,
their evil didn't take.

They defiled, with evil touch, her skin,
and raped that body fresh.
With razors held in madman's hands,
they cut her barren flesh.

When time did pass, she did not come,
my worry drew me out.
That evils had befallen her,
my mind could never doubt.

It made me sick, the sight I saw,
wept tears, and made me scream,
ripped my soul, and tore my heart,
this weird and twisted dream.

So now you know full well my loss,
the story of my pain.
And sorrows all my heart can find,
an endless bloody rain.