Fion Three

A line on her face, says she’ll carry on, won’t turn away, a horizon once bright, she navigates alone, feels that it's right, maybe take a train, like a lover who's gone, it came once this way, the picture's not kind, she could cry but won't, no place to make tight, she’ll work it this way, never understand, life on the pave, within the city’s light, hardly a sound, under a wet sky, who would bet anyway, tied to the stones, there’s nothing to gain, by going home.