Slowly falling to her knees,
She looks up through the trees,
She sees the stars,
And hears fast cars,
She wants to be free,
But can hardly see,
The path she needs,
'Help me! ' she pleads,
She begins to cry,
Only she knows why,
She'd been away for so long,
Now she's gone
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