Reincarnate

The ringing of my screaming has echoed
In my ears for years

The blood that spattered down my dress
Doesn't haunt me

The pain that ripped through me
Doesn't cause me tears

But the child I was holding
I do weep for
I know not if she was real,
Yet I loved her

I sheltered her in my arms,
Just a mother
I held her as I died,  
And I wonder . . .  

What became of my child?  
My sweet baby girl . . .    
The love of my life;  
The one I lived for;                                
The one I died for

It's been centuries since then
I tried to find some record
Of the truth that I had lived

The cellar that I died in --  
Does it remain today?
Do my bones, now dust, still lie there?  
Did my sweet baby girl die in my arms?    

I've never found a record,
Not a whisper
I know not if I existed
But I'm haunted to this day