The Captive and Her World

I stand drenched in substance;gasoline as sticky as tack Looking back to see only one man; of two I fall to my knees and pray; to a distant father Who let his child die; not make her better I pray for all the victims; like me I pray for everything that was lost; as the world was close And hope to this father that he will come through Because a life is not what I aim to lose. I stand drenched in substance;blood as red as the rubies that were crushed On the day I gave up; the day I was finally lost.