Running

Running away as fast as she can,

Running far from the evil land.

The cults and groups that chase her now,

No planned escape, time to wonder how

She'll make her way through the heavy place.

There's no one to trust, no end to the race.

As quickly as possible she runs away, 

She'll fight predators off and speak her say.

Running and running; lost hope to stop.

What can she do on a road less fought?

No 'man' remains to save her,

No kind soul of savior.