Innocence on the wings of the wind.
Blown away only too soon.
Crude awakenings as the harsh world takes hold.
Walking a grown woman's walk with a six-year-olds talk.
As a swan flies a flamingo tries
And innocence dies.
Sheets of satin hold no comfort as they linger near.
Thread count in the thousands but not one count can replace the thread now bare.
Stripped of all the childish joys she dreams of how high she could fly.
Head bowed in shame as she tries to explain
But not one whisper rings true in the eyes of those who matter most
Where were you when that innocence floated away?
On to another, back to the next.... pause, rewind,
please don't play it back.
Searching for wings to take her away
She can feel a breeze caressing her hair and tickling her cheek
Instead of comforting it only stings.
Turning her back on the one who was supposed to be there for her
The one who promised her she would never be hurt
Promised her that no enemy shall prosper against her.
Before she even knew what the words meant she felt the pain.
Tears like acid rain flowed in dark bedrooms and hidden corners.
Years later those tears still flow deep inside tearing away, corroding, leaving treads like car tires.
Her whole life lived in darkness.
Smiles with shadows holding up every corner.
Laughter shaken by emptiness.
Until she couldn't take anymore.
She lifted her eyes toward the sky.
And that is when she found her wings.
Just watch her fly so high.
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