Your eyes do hold me still.Behold a cause so tattered and broken,
lame she crawls out of her decay.
Her life, like rubble crumbles.
Dreams left behind for a glimpse at tomorrow.
Suitors court and dismiss her.
Friends are dependent and draining.
Family expects her to personify perfection.
Her spirit is drained and forsaken.
Where can she go to escape her misfortune?
When can she run through the meadows?
Bask in the warmth of the sun?
She grows weary, her countenance worn.
When she draws her last breath she will fly away home.
Among the stars and above this world,
never again to feel life's sorrow.
Weightless and free, she can rise from the ashes.
Olympus, Nirvana, Mt. Zion, Valhalla.............
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