There she goes
Riding the storm
As the wind blows
When she is running
Head becomes weary
Now its too late to go home
Again as always, settles for never
The breathing of dust in chest
She
Is walking
Her own
Path
Falling asleep
Dreams of the past
A time full
Of green grass
The comfort fire
She never had
But no more worry
The warmth never really lasts
She
Is walking
Her own
Path