“You get lost and never come back! Ungrateful lowlife!”
Those were the last words she heard her say
She left with no words
There was no way she would prove her innocence
Where would she begin narrating her side of the story?
Who could stand in her defence?
Who could believe any word she said?
When the only one person, she could trust
Has turned her back on her
Who else could she turn to now?
Out in the frosty night
Like a stray dog with no home
There was no place of refuge
What happened on that night?
No one else was there to witness it
No one but she
Who would believe her story now?
Even the walls were deaf to her voice
Could she take responsibility
For a crime she did not wilfully commit?
Would she have to suffer her whole life
For a misconception of one night?
No where to go and no one to listen
Who knew what had happened on that fateful night?
Everyone had their own side of the story
And it still remains a tale untold