~The Girl And The Runaway~It was dark, a dark gloomy night,
And there was a little girl, scared with might.
She was scared, and ruined, deep inside. Her Chest,
that glowed a bright deep red under her white dress,
that glistened in the cold night, brightening from the moonlight,
she ran, she ran indeed, why was she running, why?
No one knows why, no one, except her, herself, the fireflies,
and the moon, in the bright gloom, of the night.