She has been staring all day, waiting for the Sun to set at bay. Though meek and mild, delicate and kind; pity, they will never fit in this cruel world.
She sews her wounds with silver thread Not all storm clouds bear silver linings, you were mislead Silver scars shimmer in the sun Beautiful reminders of the battles that she's won
Beautiful souls are often those who've suffered most
oh, you who wander, don't be held back by a leash, cut yourself free, for we all are wanderers on the inside, begging to be let free, but we are the ones holding on, to safety, to comfort, let go, and live life, go, and wander in wonder.