though matter how many times you try to run away,you'd still come back the same way.
the day has come,
where all hell breaks lose,
hear her scream.
life has taken a toll on her...
she's like a rug,
stepped and trampled on each day..
she's worn out.
she calls upon the wind to come and carry her away.
the sun to bring back that genuine smile on her face.
the rain, to wash away her sins and pain.
the thunder to bring back her sanity.
the grass to caress her once more.
love to sweep her off her feet one last time.
she feels as though all is lost,
is it?
Is It?
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