She dreaded the heading, the direction she was in
She followed and stalked
And cut and bled.
She smiled a dance and attuned herself to the weather
She taunted and laughed
And wept and prayed
She broke her arm on your words
Cold and dangerous as ice
She picked the heads off flowers
And chose carefully which day to dawn
She was never lost just weary and tired
She dreamt and slept
And hopped, skipped with a jump
She wrote a sad tune, a merry tune
She sang it silently and proud
And heavy and white
They say jesus tried to save her
But his advice was out of date
There were no footprints in the sand
Just heartbeats in her head