I travel in a rush,
Looking at the clock in the sky,
It lights my way home in a hush,
Staring at the horizon lets me know it is okay to cry.
Over and over in my head I said, “If Lilly is gone, I will die.”
Off over the hills my car raced,
Into the darkness of the woods I went by,
Nervously I felt as if I was being chased.
My eyes veered right off the road in a haste,
A picture of a young girl rests on my dash,
I’m skeptical to think that in these woods I can never be traced,
Only undressed trees watch me go by in a flash.
I hope to rescue myself from rubble and ash,
And by surprise in the distance I spotted my glorious stash.