Siting up Alone in the Dark.
Listening to the creatures Of the Night.
On The Wooden Bench in The Park
Only the Moon As her light.
Creeping about in the early morn.
Hoping She Won't be found.
Pacing Around on The Green Lawn.
Not Making A Single Sound.
Sneaking Back Up into the House.
Still trying to figure out Her life.
As Quiet As A Mouse.
Praying There Won't be Strife.
Walking into her Room.
the Only Sound is the Click of Her door.
Wishing she was out of her doom.
She Only Ever Wishes. More And more.
Gladly Climbing into Her Bed.
To Get Strength For The rest of the Day.
Knowing that for Now she is being lead.
But is Determined to Fight The rest Of her Way.
