Free Is She
Free is she from all control.
Free is she to live life whole.
Watch how she flies,
even though they whisper lies.
As alone as ever,
but lonely... never.
She laughs through her soul,
since there's no longer a hole.
And her eyes, they sparkle and shine,
as she follows life's blatant sign.
Without their influence on her heart,
free is she to construct her art.
Something in them appears so bland,
but not her, no, she is exquisitely grand.
Free is she from her cage,
she now simply turns the page.
A new chapter is forming,
a future, so bright and warming.
Her heart, it is kept free,
no longer trapped is the girl referred to as she.
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