"I still hear Her cries,
They haunt my every dream.
Even though She's gone,
The pleas for help still sound."

"My heart aches with the loss,
Perhaps more than with Her calls,
For even though She's gone,
Her voice still pulls me from my sleep."

"She needs my help!"
No. She's dead.
"I can hear Her! She's in pain!"
No. It's your pain.

"I know She's gone,
Somewhere in my mind.
Though my heart still won't give me rest,
As I hear Her in the night."

"Why did it have to happen?
She was our sweetest Princess!"
Everyone dies sometime.
"They shouldn't! Not when we still need them."

She is gone but not forgotten,
Your own mind haunts itself.
"I know. But Her voice!"
Is only in your head.

Say your goodbyes.
"I can't. It was too soon."
Make your peace this night
And see Her in your dreams.

Not Her cries of pain,
But instead Her looks of joy.
Make your peace this night
And finally say goodbye.