There she stood under the fireworks,
An innocence face in the crowds,
A flawless picturesque of innocence,
Everything you are seem to be a lie,

The ephemeral beauty of thy fireworks,
Narrates the story being told,
A story which wouldn’t have start,
A beginning with a predestined conclusion.

The girl she never was,
The love that was never there,
The girl that she couldn’t be,
The name she didn’t have.