She stares into a world of sorrow, waiting for a better tomorrow, the tears she cries, they mark her face, the fears she fights keep coming back,she tries to dream of a happy place, instead she screams, red colored face,but no one hears her, no one cares, all they do is simply glare, how she longs to be set free, but that would be a luxury, so here she lies, in the mud, people who pass her say she's a dud, no one to talk, to nowhere to go, she glances at the falling snow her only friend, the soft, cold bliss, she disappears into the mist.
