May to may

In a little street by the forest stands a little house
Broken windows and shattered doors
Darkness holds its ground around it
As it stands as quiet as a mouse

‘Ya know,’ the little girl singing quietly
Sang softly in the breeze
Patting the watchful dog beside her
Unaware it was dying from fleas

‘Ya know I’ve been waiting for you every single day
You said you would come back for me
I waited every day until night
Until I couldn’t see, yes, from May to May’

The little girl stopped singing and bowed her little head
Darkness closed in around her
Nobody would ever find her
In a little street by the forest - dead