Lost Child

from An American Wake

Can you hear her calling out?
Can you wipe away her tears?
Lay comfort to her screams?
That the banshees carry on.

There's a sadness in her eyes as she dances all alone.
The shadow of her face, holds the anguish in her soul.

Calling out her name every night
Whispered by the wind through the trees
Echos of her cries never cease
Till she looks in the eyes of her lost child.

She cries for all to hear
And searches all alone
She wails for the lost soul
Of a child she can't let go.
She dances through the trees
She dances all alone
She dances with the memories
Of her daughter that's now gone.

Calling out her name every night
Whispered by the wind through the trees
Echos of her cries never cease
Till she looks in the eyes of her lost child.

Martin Crotty Publishing ASCAP