Life... so fragile
flicker of a flame
woundering....who's to blame?
fighting for her life
running from the knife
trapped in a box
chained with locks
running for her tombstone
a place to call her own
somewhere unknown
falling... distant voices calling
crying...
because she's dying
the sound of death the
shortness of her breath
life.. so fragile
flicker of a flame woundering....who's to blame?
