I told the sky if none of its stars fall, I'd never get to wish for you. Just then, a shooting star went vertical like a tear dropped from an eye, Sympathy, won me a sacrifice.
Neither am I mine, Nor his. Lord how have the pages turned. I stand on the sea, the shore, obscure. Lord how is there thirst?
She was raised to believe 4 walls would keep her save, it didn't turn out to be the case. Hands, once warm, now burnt. Familiar voices screeched at her eardrums. She'd tightly shut her eyes, "Lord, Lord, Lord.." she'd plead, "take me away in your arms please." Longing for a journey to somewhere unrecognisable but known. No one should know whom she was, where she'd gone.