Whistle of Death
I am always running
Away from things I do not know
The whistle of death following
I am not made for loving
He walks so slow
I am always running
Every time I am eating
I always see the same doe
The whistle of death following
I am cowering
Is this my very own death row
I am always running
The forest is so captivating
The archer shoots his bow
The whistle of death following
When will they stop fighting
They have stooped so low
I am always running
The whistle of death following
-- Sofia Sotelo