Lost

With the wind in her face

And the rain in her tears

And her shattered heart clouded with fears,

The pain and the angst and even the sorrow

Make her dread all the things that come with tomorrow.

Her innocence lost in her fiery rage,

Her ever growing sadness and

The bone-chilling rain.

Her only companions, the shards of her heart,

Beautiful, deadly, and so far apart.

Call out to anyone, anyone at all,

And only the wind hears, echoing her call.

Not knowing where, and not knowing why,

She gives it all up, and begins to cry.