She gathered her belongings
Checked her purse for her house keys
She was going outside today
She was gonna see the trees
The colors now were beautiful
The leaves had all now changed
She was going out alone this time
It was going to be strange
She was looking at the painting
Mother nature had laid out
Of reds and golds and browns and such
And so, she chose to venture out
She checked her purse again to see
That her house keys were inside
She was going out by taxi
She was going for a ride
From where she lived she saw no trees
She only saw more walls
In fact she rarely ventured out
She never went out in the halls
For forty years that she'd been here
The neighborhood had switched
From one with houses and nice trees
To one that looked bewitched
She moved here back in sixty two
The new hi-rise on the block
There were parks and it was nicer then
You could go outside and walk
But the years went by and things, they changed
The old houses all came down
New hi-rise buildings all went up
It had become a low-rent town
There were no more parks to go to
The street lights, most were dark
You couldn't walk alone past five
You no longer heard dogs bark
The gangs moved in, but still she stayed
She wouldn't move, this was her home
Her husband died in ninety four
And now she was alone
She would not leave, this was her place
She was the first one to move in
She wouldn't leave when her Georgie died
And she would not move for them.
The police checked in on her each week
They begged her not to stay
There were shootings, muggings all that stuff
But each time she told them "Nay"
For eighteen years she'd never left
She'd never been outside
Her groceries were delivered
And every week she'd tried
To leave her little prison, that had become her cell
But every time she tried to leave
She'd look out and she'd see hell
What kind of life did she now live
Where she couldn't see the cars
She'd had two pairs of blackout drapes
And her windows all had bars
It was not what she had started with
But, still it was her home
But she never ventured out of it
She just always stayed alone
At night she'd hear things and she'd cry
to get herself to rest
For once she knew this neighborhood
It was her city's best
But today, she'd made her mind up
She would venture out that door
She would take herself out to the trees
She would go see them once more
once more she checked her handbag
And she found her keys were there
And then she put her purse back down
And she went back to her chair
She'd never go outside again
No trees would she 'ere see
She would stay inside her unit
Behind the bars in five oh three
..
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
She gathered her belongings
Checked her purse for her house keys
She was going outside today
She was gonna see the trees
The colors now were beautiful
The leaves had all now changed
She was going out alone this time
It was going to be strange
She was looking at the painting
Mother nature had laid out
Of reds and golds and browns and such
And so, she chose to venture out
She checked her purse again to see
That her house keys were inside
She was going out by taxi
She was going for a ride
From where she lived she saw no trees
She only saw more walls
In fact she rarely ventured out
She never went out in the halls
For forty years that she'd been here
The neighborhood had switched
From one with houses and nice trees
To one that looked bewitched
She moved here back in sixty two
The new hi-rise on the block
There were parks and it was nicer then
You could go outside and walk
But the years went by and things, they changed
The old houses all came down
New hi-rise buildings all went up
It had become a low-rent town
There were no more parks to go to
The street lights, most were dark
You couldn't walk alone past five
You no longer heard dogs bark
The gangs moved in, but still she stayed
She wouldn't move, this was her home
Her husband died in ninety four
And now she was alone
She would not leave, this was her place
She was the first one to move in
She wouldn't leave when her Georgie died
And she would not move for them.
The police checked in on her each week
They begged her not to stay
There were shootings, muggings all that stuff
But each time she told them "Nay"
For eighteen years she'd never left
She'd never been outside
Her groceries were delivered
And every week she'd tried
To leave her little prison, that had become her cell
But every time she tried to leave
She'd look out and she'd see hell
What kind of life did she now live
Where she couldn't see the cars
She'd had two pairs of blackout drapes
And her windows all had bars
It was not what she had started with
But, still it was her home
But she never ventured out of it
She just always stayed alone
At night she'd hear things and she'd cry
to get herself to rest
For once she knew this neighborhood
It was her city's best
But today, she'd made her mind up
She would venture out that door
She would take herself out to the trees
She would go see them once more
once more she checked her handbag
And she found her keys were there
And then she put her purse back down
And she went back to her chair
She'd never go outside again
No trees would she 'ere see
She would stay inside her unit
Behind the bars in five oh three
..
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