She walks these empty streets alone
looking for something they call andquot;homeandquot;
hoping to find some peace of mind
sometimes we need to walk alone
She is set on running away
though her mom was yelling she must stay
a wind beaten bird for reasons unheard
sometimes it is best to run away
So fly away, fly away, fly away
donand't be afraid, donand't hesitate, fly away
Some wear their bruises on their skin
others hide their scars deep within
she has a wound close to her womb
blames herself for letting it in
So fly away, fly away, fly away
donand't be afraid, donand't hesitate, fly away
but sheand's afraid, sheand's afraid, sheand's afraid
anyway
see those eyes, see those eyes, see those eyes
hate and lies, a fire that slowly dies
but she will fly, she will fly, she will fly
before it dies
Sometimes the hands that feed
must feed a mind with a sick need
and the hands that clutch can be
the same hands that touch too much
eyes that hungrily stare
read in an access thatand's not there
while eyes close to hide tears
or look away in fear
run away!
Passing the open stores
hiding her dirty sores
seeking asylum among freaks and whores
what wouldnand't she give to be in a society
not learning the eyes to be closed but to see
Now she bites the words
andquot;neverandquot;
she kicks the ground
andquot;neverandquot;
swallows her tears
andquot;never will i go backandquot;
she hits the walls
andquot;leave me!andquot;
scratches herself
andquot;leave me!andquot;
begs to all gods
andquot;rip me from this sick flesh!andquot;
andquot;i will always be thereandquot;
andquot;no!andquot;
she holds her ears
andquot;you know that i love youandquot;
pretends that she doesnand't hear
andquot;weand're in this togetherandquot;
andquot;we share the same skinandquot;
panic in his voice now
andquot;free us from sinandquot;
andquot;tell me that you love meandquot;
this is the end
andquot;i know that you doandquot;
of her way
never ever again
follow me down
andquot;god forgive this hungerandquot;
andquot;please mommy seeandquot;
andquot;never tell a soulandquot;
andquot;is it me?andquot;
a child will love its parents
will follow them down
She swears to the pavementand's heart of stone
that these city lights will be her home
but still as they burn she will return
back to the adults. . . of her home.
