I saw a strange girl on the bus today.
Skirt down to her knees,
Coal hair drifting with the breeze,
Crimson eyes forever staring ahead,
Heart beating with the drum of oblivion.
Her forlorn face kept staring out the window,
And in one hand she held something;
A single straw doll.
I saw a strange girl on the bus today,
And she left the same way she arrived.