No one waited for the girl left to die
From the solitary outside
The keepsake you recall to recieve
Reminded you to believe
Someone was lost

And she died while you muttered
'I'm going outside'

She waited for you under the oak
Found under the branch that broke
With the force of the thunders crack
And yet, you seemed to lack
The tears to cry

And you died while the air muttered
'Goodbye'