Destined
 She ran, her heart in a snare, trapped by her love She hid, in the mud, out in the open She dug, deeper deeper, but still surfaced Her past She couldn't outrun The past abided Her past walked Strolled in gallantly Dismissed her future Distorted hope There she found hatred Yet she loved Her past was, is and came Tried as she could, she couldn't Her heart reached, her mind pulled Her heart ached She pained She wept Her past came The past is Her past His voice His look His arms Her past is him He is now... Bake...
