There’s a fire burning in her soul.
A yearning that’s getting out of control.
The need for freedom is suffocating.
She’s desperate & tired of waiting.
Inside she’s screaming, LET ME OUT!
But she’s silent as fear becomes doubt.
What is there really to fear?
Her heart is aching, breaking for herself.
She knows she’s choosing to store her happiness on the back shelf.
So she screams when no one can hear her.
And she cries when no one can she her.
She screams until her voice becomes a whisper.
She cries until her vision becomes a blur.
Her heart is aching, breaking;
Her happiness she is forsaking;
But she cloaks herself in silence;
And she secretly loses her vibrance.