I sit wrapped in my gentle wings
wrapped up,
because im so cold from earthling beings.
Can't defend myself,
because i am so small.
Only make up less than half the world
and it seems like i can't fly without hearing a hurtful word.
a little gyrl,
with butterfly wings.
butterfly dreams,
and all she wants to be is just set free.
To fly amongst the crowds,
where no one will see.
to touch your face,
then fly away playfully.
I'm wrapped up in my wings...
because he has felt me and i am weak.
Can no longer fly...
he has crippled me.
Broken wings that have been healed to many times,
more than i can speak...
I sit under the rain,
Can't get rid of the pain.
wings that can't fly,
cuz they've been disgraced.
He touched my gentleness,
ruined my ablility,
cant forgive this,
hurt me with unspeakable sins...
took advantage.
Stepped on me repeatedly,
didn't stop...
even when i shrieked.
So I have to sit wrapped up in my wings,
Protecting them from his manly greed,
abusive mentality,
thinks its love,
but really brutality.
Wants me to love him,
but I can't find a voice to utter words,
im not allowed to feel let alone speak or curse.
So i sit in the warmth of the rain...
rocking back and forth,
taking away this pain.
Feeling the blood from my wings silently drain.
Playing teardrops across my face...
in the rain i smile a song.
In the rain,
shivers pass out into a deep sleep
to never be seen flying along
a peaceful breeze.
In the rain
I feel this strong.
In the rain,
my spirit has passed along.
and my name,
holds the truth to this hurtful game,
i shall never play until I see you help write your sorries across the blue moon.
a womans truths
of being used...
never agian.
So fuck you.

**had to revist the past...but the pain is like the rain...it never last... : ) ***