The Treason, con't . . .
She’s drowning-no one to save her,
she can’t swim
only wade in the tide.
She’s standing, but her legs are crumbling
from the marrow-outward.
so she sinks . . . sinks in the sand.
So she dies-by never livin’
So she dies-by never trusting!
So then she dies-by never fully embracing love, and life.
And never fully believing and feeling
the healing save of love.
Little girls cry that’s why-little girls cry
they die-that’s the reason!