On a cold November evening, she met herself Her reflection was shivering; confident, Her lips cold; her smile warm On a cold November evening, she saw herself
Her eyes sparkled with humor in time with the gentle dance of the snow, Each snowflake a waltz reflecting her mood And she asked herself, how did you get here, me? How did you escape your cage?
And she answered, oh darling, I never did. The cage simply outgrew me, and the iron bars scraped my arms I hurt myself no longer, but I still hurt And yet it was all worth it, to see that look in your eyes
On a cold November evening, she walked away Those iron bars so far from her hopeful face - A cage so big she didn’t understand how she could ever leave And yet the phantom pain on her arms was a promise That this wasn’t forever.