Free Bird.
She was a bird with broken wings. She broke a lot of promises. She broke a lot of rules. But most of all her heart was broken. No it was shattered into a thousand intricate pieces and it was scattered in Philadelphia, Charlotte, New York, and of course New Jersey.
She now is settling down and migrated South yet again but for some reason this time is completely different. She no longer is masking her face with fake tan and eye liner, it always smeared anyway. She is not kissing strangers in hope they will tell her that she is beautiful and she will magically believe it. She knows that her beauty is engraved inside her soul. The rhythm of this new life has a different melody. All the songs she hears and all the people she encounters have a different glow than she noticed before.
Sure she has some pain and treacherous bruises from her past but that does not nor will it define her future. She must live in the present. What is difficult for this bird to understand the concept is letting go of her past. Her story is not who she is, it is what gives her the strength to carry on.
Sure she will write anonymously. She likes her name yet her alias names are much more seductive. She always wants to fly and be free but the only way to reach the sky is if she takes a moment, reflects and lets out a sigh and stays in one place.
Sometimes trusting is kind of a crapshoot someone told her. But she would rather live in truth and ignore the lies that molded the image of who she thought she should be
She is deciding to stop defying nature. She is here in this world to share love and light. She is more than just a good time. She is a gift, just like everyday is a new present to open and be delighted to unwrap the paper.
She was a bird with broken wings. She broke a lot of promises. She broke a lot of rules. But most of all her heart was broken. No it was shattered into a thousand intricate pieces and it was scattered in Philadelphia, Charlotte, New York, and of course New Jersey.
She now is settling down and migrated South yet again but for some reason this time is completely different. She no longer is masking her face with fake tan and eye liner, it always smeared anyway. She is not kissing strangers in hope they will tell her that she is beautiful and she will magically believe it. She knows that her beauty is engraved inside her soul. The rhythm of this new life has a different melody. All the songs she hears and all the people she encounters have a different glow than she noticed before.
Sure she has some pain and treacherous bruises from her past but that does not nor will it define her future. She must live in the present. What is difficult for this bird to understand the concept is letting go of her past. Her story is not who she is, it is what gives her the strength to carry on.
Sure she will write anonymously. She likes her name yet her alias names are much more seductive. She always wants to fly and be free but the only way to reach the sky is if she takes a moment, reflects and lets out a sigh and stays in one place.
Sometimes trusting is kind of a crapshoot someone told her. But she would rather live in truth and ignore the lies that molded the image of who she thought she should be
She is deciding to stop defying nature. She is here in this world to share love and light. She is more than just a good time. She is a gift, just like everyday is a new present to open and be delighted to unwrap the paper.
