I’ve been fucked over, ran over, moved over.
I’ve trusted, I’ve loved – I ran far, far away,
by the ones that have hurt me – why?
To progress – I digress.
The shadows faded, my voice now whispers of wind.
Did my shadow move?
Did the wind blow to hard?
The silence my friend – held, wrapped, touched by the walls
that leave me be.
Cold, motionless, silently in solace I subside.
Did I fall asleep?
Did dreams run wild, running away without me?
I am lost. Little girl lost.
