A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

She was witty
Outgoing
Intelligent
Some might even call her silly.
She was a friend
A leader
A role model
A lover.
She was a people pleaser
Wished for the good of everyone.
But she only had one problem.

She had a secret.

It was no small secret.
It haunted her.
Every day
Every night
Every time she relaxed.
She couldn't escape it
Though she tried.
It was her past, and who can run from their past?

Nobody knew.
Not even her parents
Or friends
Or teachers
Or anyone who could help her.
She refused to tell because it was humiliating
But she couldn't help that it happened to her.
She lost her trust
Her sense of security
All within 15 minutes.

She was young
Didn't know any better
She followed him like a dog
He had lured her in and abused her.
Sexually and physically.
She ran home crying, but no one was there.
Not a person she could tell
Not a person who could soothe her.

And as she grew older, she finally began to understand the horrid experience she had been through.

Now she holds scars.
Physically and emotionally
But those very scars are what make her stronger every single day.
She refused to let some abusive pervert ruin her life
And she moved on
Lived on
Didn't let that stop her from being the beautiful strong woman she is today.

Smothered in love
I'm not getting a wink of sleep tonight,
That's for sure

My face buried in your chest
I've never felt a heart beat as forcefully as yours does
It kicks so hard against my cheek
I'd swear you were awake
If you weren't snoring on my forehead

When I think you're dead to the world
I attempt my escape
But your arms tighten the second I wriggle
Drawing me in even closer
I give up, I'm not sleeping tonight
That's for sure

I'll just lie here
and breathe you in
all the while longing for sleep
but knowing that I'd rather lie here awake
folded into you
than somewhere else asleep without you