Did my friend run away?
Or was my friend taken away?
I really hope I get to see her again someday.
If she's out there, I hope she's safe.
In a healthy, comfortable place.
If she's out there, I hope she's warm.
If she's out there, I hope she'll come home.
Sitting in my room, crying my eyes out.
Soon enough there will be a drought.
No one can figure this horrible mystery out.
Searching everywhere high and low.
I hope she's not sitting in the cold, icy snow.
Thinking and thinking of something new.
I've thought so much, I don't know what to do.
If my friend doesn't come back, the clouds
Surrounding me will all turn black.
Wanting to see her standing right here.
So all her friends will no longer fear.
I'm not sure how much longer I can bear.
Will she come back?
Or did she DISAPPEAR?