Cry, why? you didn't even try!
Sulking in the shadows too scared to be shy,

Snared by the eyes, enticing your own to see,
Wild winds lifting her hair as if to say "I'm free!"

And if you pray to be there for her, that's kind,
If only living in a world you found throughout your mind.

A word just might find itself towards her ear,
If you ever manage to make one out between fears.

And in your dreams her tears find a home along your sleeve,
Always stalking closer for you know she'd hate for you to leave,
Hate for you to heed the glaring eyes passing.

Your staring finds her crashing,
Gasping, grasping air learning your steps fall quick,
And her sharp dull kicks mean nothing to you any more.

Moan, fight, bite, groan, acting as she should, the whore,
But what's more, she doesn't know you love her as you soar.

Her tears keep dripping as the alleyway starts spinning.
She's still hoping to make it through the living,

As he's giving you a shove, you fall flat on your face.
All you wanted was your home, all you needed was your space.

You breathed it in his face and he still missed the aromas.
His senses are crippled from a sadistic twisted coma.

Your grip remains taught, your veins brought to the surface.
The air even left you, your face turns red, then blue, then morbid,
And the sordid lights elude to the glowing of your hair.

Soft feat floating in air, can't fly? Don't care, soaring,
To the bright light shedding love onto the fight,
Your home. Love you