The girl stroked the petals
As she gust among the winds
Like an angel only fallen from her skin
Fearing death only from her sin

Her mother died when she was young
She lived in despair for the rest to come
As she twist in the meadows of the valley of death
She remembered her mother weeping in bed

As she sat down in the blistering cold
She remembered the flashbacks and her story foretold
She cried and cried until one boy came
And asked her "What is your name?"

The girl replied her name was Dorothy
The boy gave his jacket and was taken home on its priority
She felled asleep as she was weak and bruised
Until the young lad knew who she was and how she was used

The girl woke up only to be seen
A small lamp with a luminescent lighting
"Where am i" The girl wondered
And she thank briskly as she pondered

The girl was screaming and she rested her eyes
And she was wishing that she never have died
But she forgot how all this happened
She went back to sleep for this to end.