I am not as you wish me to be

For that I am sorry

I can't stand where I am

And it feels freedom has been banned

I am sorry I am not a lady

The answer is always a maybe

Just because I may not hold every detail

Does not mean I don't try to follow your made trail

I am sorry I have become like them

But do you ever wonder why this has happened again?

Have you thought once maybe this may be of you

And not made from my sin?

And I am sorry that I have lied

For I lay down every night

Looking at every way to you I may one day defy

For every last sorry, is never to be true

I am not sorry that I am me

Not what you want me to be

I will stand as I am

And freedom will feel it's lifted ban

I am not sorry for not being a lady

For none of it is maybe

From your path I will derail

For I am a woman in every detail

I am not sorry for becoming like them

You must know why this has happened again

It is your own sin

And I will live as myself once again

It seems to be depression

But I do not wish to die

No matter the amount of unanswered questions

I will never call to suicide

I, in fact, want to live

But so much restriction my life now has to give

It seems I may never get out

Though it rains, I feel the drought

The skies give their call

As stars shine

With wings refusing to fall

When will come my time?

I feel so lost

Though I knew exactly where to walk

Easily I could diverge from the path

But I know of that action's heavy cost

How terrible it is to do nothing

When you know you could do much more than your current something

For every day I watch and wait

Waiting for release at the gate

I know when freedom will come

Only a year my dear!

But a year can be so long

When so much weight is on

The day the sun shines brightest

I will breathe my best

For nothing will confine me then

And I will never be chained again.

When I wake, I wonder how much longer I can take this same routine. I reminisce on possibilities of the day, if only I did not follow what was set.

When I lie down to sleep, I may cry or may simply stare, but it often the same thought. That the day was the same. Again. And though I know within a year's time, it will change, it feels it may last forever. This pointless, this boring, this freedom stealing life. So simple I could break it. But something stops me every time.

And again I wake, only to repeat and watch it all again

Follow the wind

You will find me there

Where flight is true

On the wings we bear

Do not fear

For adventure is here

And though it can be frighting

It will be far more enlightening

Those who say it does not exist

Will never find it

It is them who will miss

It is them without wit

When you find this place

Let your desire fly

Whether you are on endless chase

Or wish to die

Leave that all behind

This is a different world

You hold a new face

They do not know you here

I know you desire this now

But you will find it when right

Do not yet take your bow

One day wind will guide in flight

Come to the wood

I here them say

Here is good

Here dawns a new day

How I wish I could

How I know I should

But I can't when I'm chained

And their holding me restrained

In the wood is quiet

In the wood is rest

And there all my time

I wish to invest

There among trees

Live the ones I love most

But it hard to love these

When others see ghosts

They are there

I will scream

But the real will glare

Do you not see them gleam

For in my mind they beam

I long for the wood

It is now dying

The present has taken

Leaving me to lying

Let me go let me go

I am desperate to run

My mind you don't know

And I am sinking quite low

Let the chains free

For the future a flee

The now is killing

Killing all inside me

We ran. We had always ran. It was all we had know these past years. It was what we had been lowered to. How deceiving a crown upon your head can be. I watched the empire be stripped from my families hands in sheer moments. I watched lines of my people fall, their lives riddled into nothingness. Only seconds it took. Only one blade plunged threw a now dead heart. That heart has burned, it has withered away. Taking all the glory with it. Who knew the element of surprise could provide so much to an enemy.