a stroll down the runway
away from the fuzzy Sunday
she said there was a bay
neigh and scarily grey
and she would love to stray

has it been a year?
or is all these a prayer
that her memory gets near
just like pastor Jay say's she lives on here

estray they say, her soul was dark
her mind eerie, like the night she strayed black
she was a lark
she rose to stare the deepest dark so as to feel at luck, yet always alack

she's gone but not a far off
she's here but a bluff
she's hidden amidst my standoff
it's a place called here