The bravest one of all
is the girl who ties on an invisible cape,
and dances around her troubles
as if she's blind to her struggles.
Climbing towards her dreams
on broken glass,
and digging out the ****** shards
one piece at a time.
Scars are the road maps on her skin
showing her how far she's come,
Never gliding on freshly paved roads,
always climbing up the rugged mountains.
But she tastes the rain,
and she feels the wind,
never numbing herself to
the disasters in her life.
When she reaches the top,
her strength will allow her to
fly with the most majestic of eagles
with a bandaged wing, so that she never forgets.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
The bravest one of all
is the girl who ties on an invisible cape,
and dances around her troubles
as if she's blind to her struggles.
Climbing towards her dreams
on broken glass,
and digging out the ****** shards
one piece at a time.
Scars are the road maps on her skin
showing her how far she's come,
Never gliding on freshly paved roads,
always climbing up the rugged mountains.
But she tastes the rain,
and she feels the wind,
never numbing herself to
the disasters in her life.
When she reaches the top,
her strength will allow her to
fly with the most majestic of eagles
with a bandaged wing, so that she never forgets.
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