Free from the chains of societies morrow,
I sit on a cloud and wonder, dream, cry...

Armour black as night,
Glinting from moons light...

Let me fall into your arms and sigh
Heart racing and face blushing...

Here I stand
with silent tears...

Walking alone
no one to phone...

You can always smile
and hold on to hope...

Still I try
despite this look...

A smile will plaster
across this girls face...

A pen held high
she rights her song...

Have you ever felt
completely let down...

Over the edge
above the ground...

Broken and bruised
worn out and used...