When she lacks, she learns to laugh.
When she treads, she learns to fend.
When she crawls, she learns that love has no walls.
When she sneaks, she learns to be free.
When she swallows, her hearts becomes hollow.
And when she hollers, sweet notes become ferrel.
She becomes depressed and learns to regress.
The tears she sees is in a land without an ocean.
It's too far to starve beyond a notion.
The nights gather ghosts that she hosts.
Parties of death, her sword consumes more flesh.
She, who kills all her guests, must indicate unworldly
responsibility of innocence to go unnoticed.