Tonight

She walked alone with fear
Others wondered why
She walked through the dark
With fear by her side
She longed to be a bird
To feel and touch the sky
All she felt was puppet strings
Like a bird
She had no wings
Wanted to runaway
She didn't like material things
Nor did she like companions
She was alone
She also had a temper
Not only a mind that was unpleasant
She didn't like being used
But she is the reason for the scheme
All she knew was in need
Through the dark
There was nothing your eyes couldn't see
Her temper grew short
Not only angered
By the the way the trees would slave her
Dark and dangerous
It told her
That tonight was the night
where she would lay awake
and in the cold she would die
as night passes away
her strings tied up into a net
all over her body and neck
tonight was the night
my dreams were hung dead