Searching, Searching
With elegance and grace
She glides through the halls
Tears sliding slowly down her face
Seeking, Seeking
No where to go, she walks alone
Through the walls, the doors, the ceiling
For reasons and destinations unknown
Hunting, Hunting
The world is behind her
No smile is seen upon her face
Why? Always the question, but where is the answer?
To others she is nothing but the air or a stone
Her heart is full of broken glass
Easily shattered, already broken, throbbing stabs of pain
For she is always alone
