Cold grey eyes stare down

At the sweet young passenger he found

If she notices it doesn’t show

Like that light in her eyes no one else will know

Road stretches on to the next town

She should have waved him on when he slowed down

But hitching must have seemed the best way

To run from their rules – to break away

Later that night she’ll uncover

What they never wanted her to discover

The Traveler wants blood on his knife

Another notch on his handle; her life

He’ll find her a place in the ground

That’s shallow and not really profound

They’ll search endless; no clues

Mom and Dad and those blues

The Traveler goes on with his quest

While she sleeps in the ground with no rest