It was stormy that night
Rain pouring down
Soaking my once dry, warm dress
I was running
He was cunning
I was a known fighter, yet I didn't fight
He came around
Gently taking me in his arms, a mess
He told me he was a king
he could turn my mess into a queen
I wanted my future to be bright
So I asked to leave this town
It was a yes as long as I confessed
So I did
I'm a runner because I have no home
All I've ever known is how to be alone
I wish to leave and roam
I'm an orphan I have no-one
So king of death
please take me soon