Brown-haired girl, never sure
Always wishing for a cure
For the dreams that shouldn’t be
A way to escape, to flee the scene
She often wished for a pair of wings
The freedom she knew they would bring
A way that she could fly away
Find the peace and beg to stay
She tried so hard to be strong
But never felt like she belonged
Though music coursed through her veins
She knew she couldn’t loose the reins
The love of music was a curse
She wasn’t to claim this thing as hers
It was the parts of her that were bad
Though she wished with all she had
That she could claim those pieces too
That she didn’t feel ashamed of you
The secrets shone in her eyes
No matter how hard she tried to hide
She searched in every single place
Until she met it face-to-face
The little eyes looking back
Supplied the home that she had lacked
She knew her solution it couldn’t be
But for just that moment, she felt at peace
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