She's standing on the rubble of her home
She cries out for her parents
She tries to lift the edges of the stone
She calls out but for nothing
When the voices
They go
She will not understand
She's confused
And alone
There is blood on her hands
But it's not her fault
Not her fight
Not her war
She's too young to give up
But it's not her fault
Not her fight
Not her war
She's too young to give up
Not her fault
Now laying with her head against the ground
Denies their disappearance
Still clinging to the Maker's thought
She found
She listens
But the voices are gone
She cannot understand
She's confused
She's alone
There is blood on her hands
But it's not her fault
Not her fight
Not her war
She's too young to give up
But it's not her fault
Not her fight
Not her war
She's too young to give up
Not her fault
Won't take much to persuade
Decided is her fate
Say goodbye say farewell
Walk away from her hell
Eleven
She's only
Eleven
Not her fault
It's her fight
It's her war
Nothing left to live for
But it's not her fault
Not her fight
Not her war
She's too young to give up
But it's not her fault
She tried to lift the edges of the stone
She cried out
But for nothing