Bonny and Bright
He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful.
She found him one night by the old oak tree
Bloodied and bruised from a day
Neither one of them talked about
She told him her name, well one of them.
Then she sat with him 'til dawn.
He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful.
Each night after that they met under the tree
A place out of sight, out of time
Where no one came looking.
He never once asked her what happened before
And she, to his cost, told him nothing.
He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful.
And then the night came, as she knew it would.
Her luck ran out
So fast the loss left her gasping.
Her captors were waiting by the oak tree
But it wasn't her that they found.
He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful.
There was nothing to tell, he knew naught but her name
But that didn't stop them
From taking much more than they needed.
His blood ran down the old oak tree
And he breathed his last to the sky.
He was bonny and bright and broken
and he was beautiful.