• a highway down below the sky
    is where she lays her head at night.
    sheding a mask fit at birth
    hungering for he path of no return.
    two swords craddled at her neck.
    held by hands that hold her back.
    she carries hope and hate
    in pockets soaked in depth.
    forced on knee to keep her down
    the sky will never see her frown.
    with a cross and star held in hand
    she runs towards a new uknown land.
    a highway down below the sky
    is where she layed her head to die.