Little Miss 1565

ShShShe seems to be sleeping
Her body is so lost
Names and animals are wheeping
While their numbers turn frosty

The fire killed all the hapiness
Turning the circus into ashes
Survivors and photos are not enough
To free her brother of the leashes

Unknow body screming
Death inside this colorfull meaning
Ladies and gentleman take a look
This anonimous angel is Eleonor Cook

Beatiful and young bones
Burning under those feet
Surrounded by nails of stone
The little girl became a seed

Entombed like a princess
In another king’s land
Life’s too short when you’re dreaming
But the show never has an end