The silver maiden drew her sword
Not thinking consequence
Amid the blaze, she did not see
His proof of innocence
The anger took hold of her mind
Committing then the crime
One second more was needed, now
She can't go back in time
She struck him down without a thought
A shadow in the flame
And then she heard a voice cry out,
"The child had a name!"
The maiden met two angry eyes
And felt remorse at last
Another boy sought vengeance for
The friend he knew had passed
Avoiding now his bitter stare
Apologies arise
"I was mistaken," she says of
The little boy's demise
Such hollow phrases come too late
The brutal deed is done
She chases words to comfort him
But knows that there are none...
Oh, maiden pure, what will you do?
The blood of young you've slain
You claim your ignorance, and yet
The child had a name...
The maiden turns her head and then
Departs into the night
She crosses many miles, though
She can't forget that sight...
Visions of a broken child
Seizing, unrelenting
Conquer all her heart's emotions
Haunting and tormenting...
The boy was just another face
A casualty of war
He tumbled at the maiden's feet
Yet still a name he bore...
Pain reflected in his eyes
Holding dear friend closely
Neverending flow of tears
Gazing on morosely
The maiden broke three hearts that night
The young friend's, and her own
These sins weigh heavily on her
Just how will she atone?
Guilt, regret, a thousand daggers
Proper retribution
Cleansing not her tainted hands of
Wrongful execution
She recollects the child's name
For he was called Lulu
Somewhere a childless mother prays
Her heart is broken too...
The maiden and her knights prevailed
Though captain she became
She still recalls, among those slain,
The child had a name
Returning to reality
Before the crowd, she stands
"Three cheers, maiden, we offer thee!"
But so few understand...
She brought Vinay del Zexay pride
Despite her hidden shame
And in her heart, the fact remains
The child had a name
A burden is her pedestal
But she'll go on her way
No time to dwell on tragedy
Life, too, went on that day
A hero twice, she must stand tall
And bravery pretend
Display no weakness to the crowds
A leader to the end
But when she finds herself alone
The whispers lay the blame
Forever echoing inside,
'The child had a name!'