At arms length aside us A wisper Waiting for reply as we Listen. Regard her voice as Ambience That needn't ask for Attention. Slow down our Singing For what lavender has put Us through has died. Her days Were stolen Screaming still her Struggle disappears at dawn. By What design Do you allow Yourself to die for us here? Yet We refuse to speak your Name. This fountain we drink From Lets a girl behave as though She's unbroken. But breaking as She begs us Her pleas in Unison..they dissapear. As Monuments we'll meet again. Far Away she cries alone As silently We vow to let her go. Tell her We're sorry Tell her we'd tell The world what she would be If We'd forgotten what we've seen Here. She was meant to die.