Where is She?
She chose to wander all over and about
but she couldn't find her way out.
It's like she vanished in thin air
but the thing is she was really there.
She was scared that
if she opened the window of light
she'd only see night.
They didn't know if she was evil or not
but everyone knows it's hard to be something you're not.
They didn't know if she would die or grow;
it's hard for anyone to know, though.
It's like a gust of wind came and took her away,
or did she fall? Could she stay?
The thing that people could never really find
is that she was lost in her own mind
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