HER WINDY LITTLE STORM

Full of gray clouds and pouring rain,
the warm winds calm her pain.
to little to know,
to old to be nieve,
this poor little girl has no dream.
no one to love and loved by no one,
she can't escape so she runs.
runs from her her sorrow and runs
from her pain,
runs from her clouds and runs from her rain.
she looks around,
her tears are hidden,
no where to go,
her thought remain un written.
she sits on the gravel,
her heart to un ravel...
her hopes are swept away because of her gray clouds and pouring rain.
unnoticed and forever in pain,
her warm winds have been taken away.