Her Demons are still there to Silence her Cries.
She longs to Ride, To that sky
She wants to shatter,Like those brewing drops,She wants to feel free
wants to run, until the day
She finds someone who'd stop
Her from rushing and running
Who would help her
To grow from the wind, To the tree.
She wants someone to know what Freedom means to her
She wants someone who would either fly like her or would have immense power to make her stay with them, but then she just wants to ride like the wind...
She wants to be limitless
Wants to go beyond of all the human boundaries
She wants to get lost
Wants to find her own ways
She wants someone to see
How trapped she really is
She's still on the ground
But her head is in those clouds.
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