She is hurt and broken,
She is irritated and blank,
She doesn't know what to do,
She is completely lost.

Though maybe she's lost,
She is still moving on,
On a dark and opaque road,
Not knowing what is ahead.

Though maybe she's lost,
She is still moving on,
On a straight road,
Not knowing where it'll take.

Though maybe she's lost,
She is still moving on,
On a road with no turns,
Without looking back.

Though maybe she's lost,
She is still moving on,
On the never ending road,
With no destination of her own.



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