irishandbuffy

I want to run
I want to hide
I pray someone will find me
Before I die
I want to yell
I want to scream
Because what you see
Is not what it seems
Mother. daugheter
Sister, friend
Will it matter in the end
For my body will turn to dust
Nothing will be left
But a soul to trust
Will come and lead others
To the light.
Just let me make it through tonight.