There was a girl
who lived awhile.
Her life was good,
but not without cries.
People are contagious, people are weak.
People need people and so did she.
Time passed by, she found someone,
who witnessed her life and helped her some.
She did too, time and again,
it was spiral, it became a game.
Then came a few more, worth the wait,
but the spiral was only half made.
So she moved and found a new town,
the more she tried, the more she frowned.
Then came the day, when they called,
thats when she knew, the spiral had stalled.
Going nowhere and yet far away,
when she woke up, it was still another day.
Bright sunshine, luminous moon
give her hope, give it soon.
Cloudy skies, lightening and thunder
these are days that make her wonder.
Now she has only one thought,
Two words - Spiral out.
