• Began with a message written in red.
    Ran down the paper made out of thread
    tears running down her face no one understands
    There hopes set high as they pray to the sky
    But as they come and go in the light
    There secrets hide in the dark
    Taunting them so secretly
    Waiting to hear there plea
    Tick...Tick...Tick
    Driving them insane
    Waiting for the day
    Never knowing when they lose the fight
    Or if they can make it to see another day..