She turns left and looks.....No one is there,
She looks right....the few people are dispersing,
She looks ahead and sees no one to help her along....
She looks up and sees Him in the distance, but
She veered soo far from His path it seems.... impossible to get back.
So she turns to her nearest comfort....
The blackness. It's always sweetly calling her nearer and nearer,
Til the point she's accustomed to the overbearing coldness 'n' loneliness.
