There's a bloody handprint on the wall,
A bloody handprint where she fell.
There's a bloody handprint on the wall,
A bloody handprint where the world stood still.
It's where she faced the gunman,
The gunman of hate and lies.
It's there where bullet pierced skin so fair
And dimmed pleading eyes.
It did her no good to run,
And it did her no good to hide.
For it was on the back of the world
That the gunman did ride.
The gunman wore a cloak long and black,
But his face was one of a friend.
He laughed as he pulled the trigger,
And the world cheered her end.
For the world didn't remember
What she had done for it.
They believed the lies,
The lies that the fire of betrayal had lit.
So there's as bloody handprint on the wall,
A bloody handprint where she fell.
See there's a bloody handprint on the wall,
A bloody handprint where the world stood still.
