Forget them
By: Stephanie L. Homann...

I was born into in a world of escape,
A hiding place for those in despair...

I'm running
Running out of time...

It's impossible to see the sun in the sky,
If you see the world in shades of grey...

By: Stephanie L. Homann
The cuts on my neck...

I see your face
It feels like home to me...