Tossing and turning didn't help much So she sprang up and sat in rage, She gazed at the moon in a state of trance She thought of breaking the cage. She opened her old books and flipped the phrases, Filtering old ideologies, one by one She threw away the rotting roses, Got rid of the toy gun, She knew it was time, her time to run. She was never the kinds to bid farewell
, She was never the kinds to rewind,
 Her own healer, free from the bonds of bondage She washed her wounds with her mind. Something had possessed her, it can't be told, Ushering her into a world so cold She banged her fists against the wall, She dragged herself in an attempt to crawl Fell into pits she fell into forever, Sacrificed her age old endeavour She knew it was no longer her day in the sun, She knew it now, she had to run. So leaving her world true to her word, She flew away just like a bird What are you called and what is your plight? She smiled and signalled to the kit