She's shy, isolated.
Keeps quiet, to avoid reality
And although you can clearly see
That she had countless restrictions
To herself, and within
.
With each thoughtful glance she throws
It's like a drug,
A need
.
Music speaks louder than words
Her heart floating to her stomach
Each and every time
That she latches onto a note,
A lyric,
A song.
.
She is a song,
Becoming it,
It's the air she breathes,
So passionate and alive.
.
She writes to escape the world
Spilling her secrets onto every line
Although sorrow is deeply engraved in her bones,
She blacks out...
.
Blacks out the negative
Because she knows what she desires
She wants her best chance,
.
Her best chance at singing with the birds,
Dancing with the trees,
And writing into the wind.
.
And that single lyric,
It motivates her,
Pushes her,
To be someone.
.
And you have no knowledge of any of this in the present,
But in the future,
You will realize that the silenced...
They were never really silent at all.