If you could of only seem the pain behind her eyes
Drenched in sorrow and disappointment
She ran,
Far away from the tombstone love.
Sprinted away from all her fears
The man who kept the rocky road of her past a secret
The man who knew her for what she was
A wounded butterfly, that crookedly floats along life
Someday I long to be with her down her lonely road again...
A bandage for her broken wing, and the gentle breeze that guides her along.