A broken glass, a shattered home,
A platter spilt, a fractured dome.
A child’s blood was shed that night
She’s running fast to get out of sight
All things she’s loved, all things she’d hate
Bound up in her, by cruel, cruel fate.
She’s broken a vow and stolen life’s light,
Now she is running, her feet taking flight
It dose not matter how far she will run
For justus will come for the death ...