She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even knows she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
looms
every
lofty
steeple
shelter
walks
knows
misadventure
momentary
years
lonely
trying
heart
gives
going
herself
under
judgement
glances
behind
affection
never
direction
widening
anybody
found
another
letter
shadow
charming
depths
older
reason
wrong
miles
people
hundred
yearning
prince
lapse
running
scarlet
tucked
searching
steps
three
today
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