Sought after by creative liberty
Run over by her own insecurities
But at least now she's dreaming
Reaching for the reasons to keep on being
Lost in moments she never imagined seeing
Her stitched up heart is beating
In time to the rhymes that fall from her mind
She finds meaning in small things
Wanders through life and sings
Quietly to the songs that spread her wings
She's ready for flight but must cut all strings
The future beckons and the now is present
She is something from nothing
A beautiful accident.