She stood across the room
Hair in her face
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
A wallflower blending in amongst the crowd
Time stand still
Different is a term too overused
Lost in a dream
Paralyed bones and torture of the heart
Awaiting for a prince and a new start
A forced smile to hide the truth
Taking that first step is the hardest
Leaving the wall
Stepping into the unimaginable
Her scars light up
That shattered smile heals
She is set free with the wind
Spread your wings and fly.

-Amber Rush