Feb 4, 2011

that she might fly

Sunshine your curls, blue skies your eyes
Hidden your smile by swan neck hands.

Brave little girl, compliant child
With broken will and broken wings.

Try to fly but you keep falling
Told to be still, told to be good.

Your tender smile frozen in time.
Hiding your heart, try not to cry.

Independence, what you want now,
Never told how to say your no.

Sweet brave little girl all grown up.
Finding all that I lost of me
That she might fly.

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