She stretches out her fingertips
Far from her heart
Squints her glasslike eyes
In hopes to see through the dark
It's in the wind that blows, flows
Through her hair like wine
Her senses have been ravaged
By life's crimes
The sunlight has been dimmed
Eclipsed by his grin
And now the songs that play in her head
Are played by the cello and violin
The drum has lost count
The trumpet wears a frown
And the maestro
Cannot be found
As new days rise to contend
She swallows a lump of pride
Era's in transition
Leaving no where left to hide
Ropes that bind
Fear that confines
Will leave an impression
On the ones that follow behind
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