Her footprints archaic
Lingering smell of womanhood
Tales of night spent alone
Scents of bittersweet tears
Wandering spells allover

Where would she go
Where could she be
Silhouettes are all I've got
Shadows that remain
Wandering heart.

In distant woods,
I know she's safe
Flighty but feisty
She's wanders but she'll be home.