Gail

A tree has grown on the spot Where her body did rest Blood seeped in the soil From the knife in her chest The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail Oh, what a lovely young girl Everybody would say You can still hear her laugh In the shadows on a cold winter day A dog dug up a bone and wagged its tail I wonder how the dog remembers Gail The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how that I'll remember Gail