Shattered, haunted, she sits there alone; on an old chair, broken, in a place she once called home. Her face is pale, embedded with...

Hiding, You know that’s what you do, You’re tired, You know it’s true, Anxious and alone, And all you want to do, Is to go home. But home...

Chained, Covered from head to toe in shackles, Everyone in their own lane, Everyone fighting their own battles, Then came along a King...