She's Not the Same

I see her face and I cannot believe my eye I watched her burn in flames I'm certain that she died She's still alive how can that be? Pagan illusions haunting me? She has risen from the grave but she's not the same Her eyes as bright as the sun are now a paltry shade of grey And her once pristine face is now covered with decay She has risen from the grave but she, she's not the same