She sat on top of the roof,

Searching, for stories in the shapes of the clouds,

Away from the masked people in the crowds.

She has a pure heart but, a confused soul ,

Just can't figure out, 'what is her role?'

She wished, she knew, what she wants to become,

Cause she didn't want her story to be undone.

But, she fears to strum the song she hums.

All she knows is that,

She wants to fly,

Feel every moment of her life.

She knows, She loves the bright sky,

But, never denies her love for the moon at night.

I can. I will. I might.

Words, confuse her subtle sight.

She worries about the world around her,

And fears for the ones she loves,

But, she can't really understand, what she deserves.

She feels like a sailor, who doesn't know where to sail,

Her muddled self enclosed with rails.

She wished she knew, where she wants to go,

But a humble heart and a confused soul is all she owns.

I wish i could tell her, she's strong and gold,

But she has to walk alone cause, this is how we grow.

I wish i could tell her, she has redefined grace with fierce,

That tomorrow, she'll smile in the afterglow snow,

Reminiscing, her oblivion verse.

And perceive, her Elysian soul.

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