Standing alone in the field,
The darkness closes in on it...

I'm speaking,
But all that's coming out is words...

The childhood innocence is blemished by knowledge...
Complexity weaves its way into the simplicity...

Love was not invented for your amusement;
You have no right to use it as a game...

Murder is wrong.
It's an inherited truth known from the start...

I'm going to start again,
Make a new life some where new...

NOOOOO!
Please no...

When the life that you once knew has been reduced...
Some might pick themselves up, scrape up any faded...

The girl stands alone.
She doesn't know who she is anymore...

Crouching close to the prairie floor,
The lion lies in wait...

The past I know is intertwined with pain.
Every second that I hold onto this past it cuts me...

Water.
So pure, so fresh, so simple...