Katelyn1872
The wind is weak, the birds are quiet,
Your breathing is shallow, your heart is pounding wildly.
The ground wet, the morning cold,
What are you looking for here, alone in the forest?
Your dress is beautiful, your skin is tender,
You are afraid, your gaze freezes.
What brought you here? Speak!
How did the pain get to your face?
Nobody wanted to understand what you did
No one can hear your words.
Shout it to the winds,
Scream it into the distance,
Shout it to the winds,
Scream it into the distance.