Roaming

March 23, 2017

She crossed the doorstep

quietly as mouse

never turning back

to keep it out of sight 

Her soles worn out 

she's going house to house 

fearing if she touched

the handles they would bite

 

And then the night comes down 

and there's no shelter 

oh, won't you help her? 

 

Ref.:

Every crooked road is said to lead to rome

so she's roaming, roaming far away from home 

 

 

She's left her footprints 

deep in fields of gold

Where noone else would 

ever dare to walk 

And there the story ends 

as it has been foretold 

A mirror with a

crumbled piece of chalk

 

Ref.:

Every crooked road is said to lead to rome

so she's roaming, roaming far away from home

 

and walking over distance

Oh, would you choose the blisters

or would you be the mistress

with no soul? 

 

 

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