I Will Fly by: Mystic Fawn © 1999

                                   I never gave thought to what I wanted in life
                                   My existence was for everyone else.
                                   The dreams that I'd had for myself were suppressed,
                                   I was playing the hand I was dealt.
                                   Like a canary locked in a cage
                                   My cage was all that I knew.
                                   Sitting quietly under a false blue sky,
                                   My wings felt limp...I never flew.

                                   Completely taken by surprise
                                   My redemption came without warning.
                                   He no longer needed or loved me, it seemed
                                   And would probably be gone by morning.
                                   Abruptly awakened and pulled from my cage
                                   So carelessly tossed aside,
                                   Punished with a lonely and empty existence
                                   Although I committed no crime.

                                   What happened to my life and how long had I
                                   Been sleeping in that small, useless cage?
                                   Feelings of inadequacy and self doubt
                                   Were transferring to an inner rage.
                                   Survival instincts took over my distress
                                   And I built a fortress of protection around me.
                                   A self-imposed prison with unyielding walls,
                                   No man would ever hurt me again.

                                   Along with isolation comes the time to reflect
                                   And I searched within for my wings.
                                   What excites me...what's this yearning I sense...
                                   Where do I see myself in my dreams?
                                   I'm artistic, creative and wild at the core
                                   But this fights with my rational side,
                                   Which knows it has rituals and status to uphold
                                   Within me is a roller coaster ride.

                                   I've met a good man along the way
                                   Who has brought me out from withdrawal.
                                   You and creative...full of promise and drive...
                                   And he knocks upon my wall.
                                   I yearn for his fire yet find myself fleeing...
                                   The baggage I carry is an awesome weight
                                   But my passion is consuming, explosive and real,
                                   I must let go of my fear and take take flight.

                                   I'm not the same girl who was placed in a cage
                                   My dreams are taking form in my mind.
                                   I'll forge my own path and fly if I choose
                                   Leaving yesterdays sorrows behind.
                                   I'm learning to live with this wall that I've built
                                   And letting this man glimpse inside,
                                   Tomorrow may bring with it trials and strife
                                   But today...I think I will fly.


                              

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