She sits on cold, stained concrete
Seeks light she cannot find
Who is this fiendish stranger that so softly crept inside?
In hunt for beaming rays; she dreams of breaking free
Yet she’s too weak to ascend
A bird, a broken wing.
Fantasies of what it could be
Blaze like fire in her mind
Like a sunrise to the blind
Like a lover left behind
Is this a dream? Is it a sign?
She sits on cold, stained concrete
Seeks truth in webs of lies
Who is this obscure invader that so gently broke inside?
She reaches to the sky; she envisions flying free
Yet her spirits’ much too parched
A boat, a dried up sea
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