Monday, April 27, 2009

Searching




Her steps often faulter,
She curses as she stumbles.
Another branch attacks her.
Hiding the pain as she grumbles.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching,
Into the dead of night.

Trees arch high above her,
Wrapping her in green.
The flowers that engulf her,
Lay out a vivid scene.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching.
Into the dead of night.

The blood stains the cloth.
Scarlet as a rose.
And for the pain she feels,
She takes another dose.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching.
Into the dead of night.

Her halo fades too quickly,
Losing all it's light.
Her wings are fading also.
Losing her freedom flight.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching.
Into the dead of night.

In the mirror she looks,
In the mirror she sees.
The mirror shatters into shards,
As she sinks onto her knees.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching.
Into the dead of night.

She lays there broken.
Finally broken.
Taking nothing more.
The pain is left unspoken.

She's searching, she's searching.
Searching for something right.
She's searching, she's searching.
Into the dead of night.

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