Be Intrepid

 Angela, spent your whole life running away

When you left this town,

For better or worse

Trying to uplift the curse

I was rooting, I hoped it works. 

But why your smell still lingers in the trees,

Silhouette in the ground, 

Why I still see you around?  

Is it because they frowned?

Why haven't you levered yet? 

Aren't you intrepid still, 

Or does pain give you thrill? 

Heal so you love yourself, 

So can others. 

Don't you want anyone, 

By your side, when you're burning in pain? 

Don't you wish for someone,

To be there, when you're bout' to collapse on side lane? 

With the monsters under your bed,

the scorpions inside your head, 

Are you friends with them now?

Or still waiting for Piper to led,

them to the Weser River?

So then with your peace, you can meet.

It's hurting to see you,

To start again with the white flag,

Sword across the chest but still alive.