there's a young girl in there

silently stepping in
holding a weapon
which makes you think 
of the reaper's scythe

she hacks away life
but replaces it with new
she gives hope
for salvation
but takes away dreams

she'll cut your world
in hald,
having a strong need
for your fear

she'll take away
out life,
loving the buzz
she gets from death

but under this
hard shell,
under this dark shadow,
lies a young girl
crying to be let free.

she doesn't want
your fears,
your death --
she wants life

she's cruel
most say,
because she wants
to be death

but the little girl
inside of her
wants you all
to live

from death
to life,
she is really
no threat, right?

death comes naturly,
life is always there,
no treat, right?

ha, say that
when the world
is covered with ribbons
and being destroyed

think about that
as you hear her
mutter the words,
 "death...
  ribbon...
  revolution..."

--there'll be nothing
but silence...

---mindie bolce