Sitting on the ground On a chilly summer day, Words scratched at her throat, Yet she had nothing to say It was never truly clear, She’d forgotten her own face There was something about fear, It kept her stuck in one place She’d gotten a taste of life Now her mouth was full of sand, Someone twists the knife, Her blood was on her own hands The sky was cloudless, Longing reached for her, Forever soundless, Remember what we once were?