She's waiting for you, to hold her and make her new
She's sitting alone, slightly caged, looking like a bird never flown.
Her eyes are tired, slightly frightened, to fly she once aspired
Her eyes are scared, from dreams shot down and marred.
Just one taste of kindness, for her would be bliss.
Just one taste of charity, and love, instead of pity
She wants to be free, to simply be.
She wants to fly, instead of die
Don't hold her down, let her fly.