History - Wilting Rose

There's a sadness in her smile
And her touch is so so cold
You can tell she doesn't belong here
She feels centuries old

Her hair hangs about her tear-stained face
And she buries it once more into her hands
She can remember a time when she was loved
When she had a place in this land

Now she is a nobody
A nobody with no name
They'll never know who she used to be
They never ask why she came