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a blackened wick is what remains

the flame was blown out just recently

although the candle hasn't burnt down to the stick

it won't be lit again

the day won't be quite as bright

we don't know what she may have been

all we know is what she left behind

an apartment cluttered with children's toys

photos of good times

in the bedroom there's sheets on the windows

there's a four poster bed for a reason

on the floor there's a box full of secrets

it won't be opened



here older boys and girls would play

all inhibitions were left behind

as the door would close, her face began to shine

this was her finest hour, this was her finest time

she's gone

and it's not gonna be all right

not for me she's gone



but not forgotten, she's still here

in all those years she touched so many lives

who's gonna watch that little girl she left behind

carol anne stands alone in the school yard

all the other children have gone

after waiting for hours she can't understand

why her mother left her sad



in the darkness she sees definition

in the silence she hears someone calling

after nightmares she lies in bed screaming

but theres no reaction

theres no one listening

theres no one now shes gone

and its not gonna be all right

not for me shes gone