face to the sky
she could not spread her wings
the slow music had turned her
into a puppet with strings

the dreams she had once sought
flew away before her eyes
and she longed to follow them
up into the dark dusk sky

she knew no happiness
and her soul knew no home
and her heart knew no love
that she could call her own

she shut her eyes
behind closed lids
and in her darkness
she quietly hid

dancing with no one
she moves on her strings
and wonders how she ever
allowed herself to lose her wings