On petals of roses slid the rain drops after the storm
It was so lonely and the winter cold badly stung
All she wished for was another chance to be home
While somewhere in the wild a seemingly sad Nightingale sung
The variagated cloudy lining adjacent to a pink horizon
Held so much promise that after her storm there'd be a rainbow
That she would find her way out those concrete walls to liven
And re-kindle the flame of her life and never stumble
She had seen the roughest storms come and go
Witnessed the birds in the wild struggle to survive
She had thrown tantrums till time forced her to grow
To the realization she'd eventually safely arrive
To a promising destination, one filled with milk and honey
No matter how rough the road was and length of the journey