Her soul is stained with your black ink,
These scars won’t fade and haven’t healed with time,
And still, she looks for a clearing
In this dark midnight sky,
Sometimes the smoke clears, and again it’s back,
But one day, the tears will finally dry,
And she will see what love
Looks like for the first time.
You couldn’t keep her in that cage,
You couldn’t clip her wings and tell her lies,
You couldn’t say fragile birds aren’t meant to fly,
She wouldn’t watch her life behind a rusty door
That was latched tight as her spirit slipped away.
All you could do was keep her in sight
Because beautiful creatures cannot be confined,
Her wings will grow and she’ll find the sky.
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