Glancing at the sun settling for the evening
sienna was the color of the sky
See blood has been shed this day
I've walked this once holy land which man has constantly fought over
for the freedom to pray openly
This woman she spoke of going home one day and I too missed the freedom we take for granted
sadly she's a prisoner of the organization fighting for her rights, her freedom
there were pressures to perform and be obedient, men have had their way with her, and bound by silence
She's alone and left to suffer
Praying and begging for a way out of this life searching for an answer
but the bottle is empty and the needle is bent, her nose bleeds
Nothing left to do but to drop to her knees and pray to her creator
for forgiveness
She's changing and finding new love, it's power is overwhelming
he gives her a reason to get up in the morning
Excited about smiling slowly the pain suddenly disappears
attached to a fantasy baby girl holds on tight
this is the first time she's been in love
And it felt so **** good, even if it wasn't returned
Her heart broke in two, depressed was her soul and isolation
was a good friend, diagnosed & confined for confusion of the mind
The gun shot still echoes
in the sienna sky as feet are worn and bodies battered and scattered
in this blood soaked sand
The soul is worn and glass slipper is shattered
No Cinderella