They think they sealed her winds,
By stealing her wings.
With a stilling voice, her broken heart sings -
Of tomorrow when sky yet red may again be blue
And beautiful heaven linger in view.
She is much too strong to be held down by a thing as mortal as pain.
She will fly again, assuredly as blood is in her veins.
For now she heals. In silence
©edivad // davide