Poor old Little Red Riding Hood
Fled her home and hit the track
Leaving her life and wolf
Never to ever go back
She rode the rails for many years
Her face grew old and shaded
She dreamt of her distant past
In which she thrived unaided
She had no home she had no goals
She just roamed further day and night
She just ended up deeper in to nowhere
Because she had thought it felt right
-RTB
