Skies open, Azalee was on her back. Watching, lying in a sea of glass. And she'll never be an adult, not even a teen. And she knew it. It took all her will to face it. Your wounds will never mend. After all of that she needed was some sympathy. And you fought yourself all life long. But what can be done. When life behates you with cruelty and violence, And you were just a child. When you are all alone All she needed was a secrecy. I heard she'll walk with angels. As she became as one, with the sky. Until the blackness over came. She is earning her back way, The little smile on her face. Her eyes forever open to the sun and sky. And you fought yourself all life long. But what can be done. When life behates you with cruelty and violence, And you are just a child. When you are all alone Azalee, what have you done? With a cruelty, violence and you were just a child. Azalee, what have you done?