The dogs begin to smell her
When the wind blows to the north,
to late to find her
No soul of her any worth

Bitten the hand that fed her
She no long heads the pack
The wind now begins to blow
They have lost the track

The blood still scattered on the fields
Where she now lies
The stinch around
Wont even bring the flies

The heartless one, still haunts my soul
Gone , but not forgotten
Where she lies
deep in the hole..