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

But there's no reaction

There's no one listening, there's no one

Now, she's gone, and it's never gonna be alright, not for me,

She's gone