The sun is starting to set
The breeze starts blowing through her beautiful hair
She sits there with tears running down her face
I try to wipe them away but she pushes me away
...
when the rain falls
and the wind blows
it will never be the same
the smell of the rain
...
My phone rings
I hear tears running down her face
A whisper asking for help is all I could hear
She lays in bed, motionless
...
The cage is painted black with anger
A small hole shines light in showing what it would be like to be free
Being held together with doubt, fear, and lack of trust
So many have already been let go from the cage
...
I lay there in my bed
Listening to the silence
Missing the soft whispers
Missing your laughter
...