Where he hid her, nobody knows...

Curiosity Killed The Crow


Where she hides, nobody knows

The grass is greener, as far as she knows

Where a blunder grows out of its clothes

Where she hides, nobody knows


A silent crowd is a riot of woe

Where lie a bird, is just a crow

Fall, a hundred feathers fold

Souls become a thousand foes


A different home, means a different role

Inside of her, another unfolds; alone

Finds thyself older and on her own

Where she loses a heart, she grows a bone


A piece is lost when a hand is loaned

The peace is lost when cost means owned

To cross a chance that might be blown

To blow a chance because she’s prone


To beg for change means no coins or gold

Desperate for so, she never gives slow

Progress is shown like blood in the snow

She bleeds such, for the crutch that is loaned


He loves her more when the floor is her low

She turns to corpse when he’s forced to let go

Light the torch to scorch her for show

Her blood won’t show when he melts the snow


Where he hid her, nobody knows

The snow is scarlet, as far as he knows

Where a blunder glows out of its clothes

Where he hid her, nobody knows