# Marie – The Girl in the Mirror [Verse 1] She came alone to the Highland house, Where the hills were covered in rain. The villagers warned her before she arrived, Some houses remember their pain. They told of a daughter who vanished one night, The lord's only child, gone without trace. No grave was found, no final word spoken, Only silence remained in her place. But the young woman feared nothing at all. She opened the doors to the cold. And late in the evening, while passing a mirror, She saw someone watching the old. A girl with pale eyes... A face in the glass... Then silence... And a stairway below. [Chorus] She still lingers In the home she once called her own... Taken far too soon, She waits here all alone. She wants to be seen... She wants her story told... Her diary holds the answer... To the truth no one was told. [Verse 2] The girl in the mirror returned night after night, Always appearing the same. Never a word, never reaching for help, Only turning her eyes to the way. The young woman followed the silent signs, Down where the old stone grew cold. Behind an old wall, beneath broken beams, She found what the house had concealed. She called for the men from the village nearby. They opened the wall stone by stone. And deep in a chamber forgotten by time, A small bed stood waiting alone. Upon it a girl lay quietly sleeping, Her hands held a book to her chest. She looked almost living beneath the pale light, As though death had allowed her to rest. [Chorus] She still lingers In the home she once called her own... Taken far too soon, She waits here all alone. She wants to be seen... She wants her story told... Her diary holds the answer... To the truth no one was told. [Verse 3] They lifted the diary carefully away, And the room became still as a grave. The girl upon the bed slowly vanished, As though she had only been waiting for that. Where once lay a daughter beneath the old sheets, Only bones remained in the light. And every soul standing there witnessed the truth That had been hidden away from their sight. The diary spoke of a father in fear, A crime no one dared to reveal. He sealed his own daughter behind living stone, Then left her alone until she was still. No wandering curse had brought her back there. No demon had called her to stay. She remained in the house she had once called home, Until someone uncovered her name. [Final Chorus] She still lingers In the home she once called her own... Taken far too soon, Now the truth is finally known. She wanted to be seen... She wanted her story told... Her diary revealed the answer... To the crime no one had told. Her name was Marie... Her name was Marie... And nothing hidden... Stays hidden forever. [Outro] The house stands quiet Among the Highland rain. Her story was written So none would forget. A foundation bears her name now, Created to protect the lost. And in its hall, One old diary remains... Marie.
