A black stained tear rolls off her cheek
She dreams about the day
When she will have the strength
To hold her head up high
Is it not worth it?
Lives a life of shattered dreams and broken hope
Yet she stays strong. But for how long?
“For how long will I be the one?” she says.
Then closes her eyes and lies
And with a rage of frustration she cries
“When do I get mine?”

Downriver
She stares up at the sky
Arms stretched out wide
Dreaming of a better life
She wishes she could fly
Down inside
Forget about the world
And what it does to you
Forget about all the lies
Don’t you wish that we could fly?

Ever wonder if life is just a continuation?
Like deja vu are we all just repeating ourselves?
Maybe trying to get things right or maybe not
Because what happens when we stumble upon all the answers?
Would it all just end then?
Or would it all just begin again?
I sit and wonder about past chances and future lives
Mistakes made or were they just inevitable?
Maybe nothing but a dream I sit and dream about the end
And when it all begins again

Twenty-two, angry, confused. Looking forward to tomorrow
Am I so wrong to wonder? Is it wrong to even ask?
Is this all just the trailing end of teenage angst?
Or is there something more that I’m searching for?
So now I stare ahead
And dream of all that should have been
And then it all begins again…

So I fly…

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