Rotunda

You lay on top of the bed

Fought 'til no fighting was left

Midnight, outside there were others like me

Waiting for news of their child to be, So long

I was meant to be your shining knight

But I was frozen like a deer in lights

I was meant to be the one who spoke

But the swerving car had crushed my throat

I was meant to be the stronger one

But I was dragged behind the wheels til dawn

I was meant to tell them who you were