In a small town, she was born to a dead mother, her name was, Hope. She had no father, she had to grow up fast and be strong. She married at the age of eighteen, her husband left her alone with their son who died a year after. She ran away, never looking back, in the black forest, is where you'll find her house, she lies alone looking at the picture of the man she fell for, years ago and thinking of the child she's lost. She prays for death to knock on her door, she sings to all the animals and the children, she has no fear of the age old story of the woman dressed in red roses and the man who steals hearts and souls.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
In a small town, she was born to a dead mother, her name was, Hope. She had no father, she had to grow up fast and be strong. She married at the age of eighteen, her husband left her alone with their son who died a year after. She ran away, never looking back, in the black forest, is where you'll find her house, she lies alone looking at the picture of the man she fell for, years ago and thinking of the child she's lost. She prays for death to knock on her door, she sings to all the animals and the children, she has no fear of the age old story of the woman dressed in red roses and the man who steals hearts and souls.