"Silence, reverberating silence,
Carving its mark upon my face,
Staining my soul in sorrow"
These are the words to the only song she sings
As she dances alone in her quiet world
A world where only she lives
Here, is her world, dreaming is her favorite thing to do
In her dreams she lives a colorful life painted in love
So, dreaming is her favorite thing to do
"All I want is to fly," she whispered to the sky
The sky wiped her tears,
"But you must first learn to let go."
In frustration and anguish she hollered at the heavens
Demanding an answer,
Pleading for compassion,
Writhing under her restraints
"Your restraint is nothin more than fear," the sky cried,
"What holds you here? What are you afraid of?"
She had only one answer…
"…me"
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