• I see her walking down a path covered by leafs, and her body moves like a tease/
    Lonely, mysterious, and lost from a distant... but near past which brings her to her knees/
    She looks into a puddle, a puddle in the snow that lyes beneath those leafs and sees/
    A reflection of self and realizes the harm fallen upon her... and screams/
    She screams and screams for help. I remember that same position/
    I remember the pain and guilt she must have and now feel/
    Like a tree growing in a barren-land, it grows unhealthy... Depleted of water and the bark peels/
    I walk to her and wrap my arms around her to warm and comfort her/
    She flinches and pushes me away... and denys help, as well as her own being/
    I make promise to her. That promise to help her in this time she truly is needing/
    She suddenly grabs me and pulls me towards a door in the middle of nowhere/
    Where does it lead? Should I go along? Am I prepared?/
    These questions I ask and then I figure/
    Love is unpredictable... and my questions cannot yet be answered/