Author's Note.: This particular piece was inspired by a certain event that took place in the Western states over the course of the past year. . You ought to be able to figure out what I'm talking about without an explanation.

Taken from comfort. . That is, Suburbia and the life it denotes
A creek and groan, the speaking drones with a knife to her throat
That is, whispering. . Orders from strangers, who are draped in black
Chills with no place to go seemingly find an escape in her back
They're out a window and into the brush, pajamas donned on her body
The classic damsel in distress. . She was everything a fawn could embody
Days pass, locations change. . She knows not of the surrounding searches
Wandering. . Identities now revealed, but her fate is sounding purchased
Wondering and wandering; Two similar words have encompassed her life
She prays she's back in her bedroom, then dumped of her plight
Not to be. . Two seasons pass, along with war and a change of years
She accepts her fate. . Long gone is hope, she's even estranged from fear
Enter Spring 2003, searches dwindle as the case's duration's been sinned
The Smart family runs low on hope, even their patience is thin
When, POOF! In close proximity, the news breaks with speed to ears
With joy and in matrimony, the grateful Smarts concede their tears
A long day, Liz meets with media as they ponder whether the attack had just loomed
A few hours past midnight, along with her family, she WANDERS back to her room

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