A thousand times I screamed

As the echo was this hallow Reverb

Chills ran up and down my spine

Feeling her spirit within each scream

Still I called out her name

Knock on each and every door

All for Bernadette

But did she answered

No, no

I can’t stand her silence

Now just a void where there use to be……..

And a memory of her hand

As the sound of dirt fills an open……

Sweet Sweet Bernadette

As the sound of dirt fills an open……..


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