She fell, she fell,
Down the deep dark well,
Nothing linking her to the outside world.
The darkness engulfed her very being,
Filling her mind with thoughts of fear.
A smashed head, a broken rib,
She would surely die here,
If she moved,
she'd feel pain,
If she cried, it would be the same.
When every inch hurts,
how do you heal?
She was down below,
where no one would have though she'd go,
Down a deep well she fell... she fell
Her simple thoughts,
turned into devistating fear,
the butterflys blood,
upon her face, was just a smear.
And down the crooked well,