Mary
Getting your letter,
Coming towards town,
Hoping I'd find you,
Fog everywhere, muffling all sound.
Walk through the graveyard,
Seeing no other soul,
But for one lost girl,
Kneeling out in the cold.
Continue on trail,
Rushing my pace,
Entering Silent Hill,
Our 'special place'.
Town is deserted,
No one around,
Except for one odd figure,
Creeping slowly on foggy ground.
Follow the bloodstains,
All over the road,
Look for the figure,
Where did it go?
Shall I keep going?
Shall I give up right here?
When I find you, Mary,
Can I still hold you near?