There was once a girl br A girl with the sweetest of smiles br A girl with a crown of pitch black ringlets br She woke everyday only to be torn down br Her days were filled with tears until dreams came again. br A girl with the most beautiful of dreams. br A girl with the purest of all hopes. br She told everyone of said dreams br Her words forever managed to fall on the deafest of ears. br A girl with a fading smile she began to become br A girl with songs of despairs and tunes of melancholy. br She started to wither, she started to die. br Her hopelessness went unnoticed, her fading light unseen. br A girl with not much left to her. br A girl, or a shell of the girl she once was is left br She died the way she lived with tears awaiting dreams br Her life never really lived at all.