A blackened wick is what remains The flame was blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick It won't be lit again, the day won't be so 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 There's a box on the floor 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 Now, she's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, 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 the 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