Everything seems perfect,
no one would know,
She's on the run with no where to go.
Hiding in the shadows,
no one can see,
and yet through it all she is totally free,
what's on the outside is all that they see,
hence no one knows how one longs to be free.
running, the wind in her hair,
terrified she'll turn round an you won't be there.
so on she runs,
till she can go on no longer,
the urge to look back growing increasingly stronger.
she must not give in or she won't move on,
so slowly and surely she trudges on.
but where is she going?
she doesn't know,
she just has to be free from all of the woe.
