Krista

A hollow with our team, stays to warm her toes, she's going home, that jilted smile's a train, screeching by the trees, she has no time to play, a caution to her flow, she mentions other schemes, that only borrow, been a long time away, doesn't need the freeze, what people have to say, her thoughts are very slow, still looking for the dream, nothing to bestow, won't hurt you with her no, your night's without a key, she has places to go, these high mountain streams, let you know, what people up here see, almost in their bones.