She stands alone
Head high in the clouds
Wrapped in their soft embrace
She hopes alone
arms reach for more
quiet dreaming her escape
She waits alone
Feet painfully nailed
in this tearing place
She sees the sun
Feels it’s warm rays
Yet she cannot break free
wishful feet soaked by rain
Half calm, half scared
Half more, half less
Half everything she wants to be
Half everything she's not
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