| Strong winds whistled past the small crying child | |
| Compared to her tears the wind seemed mild | |
| As the anger in her began to grow wild | |
| The falling rain had drentched her to the bone | |
| as she wandered without a home | |
| Her fists were clentched, her teeth they gritted | |
| her determination showed in her eyes | |
| No more would deaf ears hear her cries | |
| She hated them from the heart of her soul | |
| All of there insults and punches had taken their toll | |
| No more would they hurt her for she was free | |
| Any more freedom then a bird she would be | |
| She would spread her wings and fly away | |
| Never to see another day | |
| That thought kept her going | |
| With no one knowing | |
| were she was | |
| With no there to stop her cause | |
| The rain fell harder then | |
| Harder than ever before | |
| so she would not fly, forevermore | |
| Broken wings are hardest to mend | |
| Especially when you have no friends | |
| And with no one left to pick up the blown away feathers | |
| And with no one left to pick up the blown away feathers | |
| she started to slowly wither, away to nothingness | |
| An endless sea of black was all she could see | |
| What else was there to do | |
| But to fall to the floor broken in two | |
| and sob the ground to a river | |
| An enchantment changed her into an angel! | |
| But it wasnt enough | |
| to make up for the pain | |
| That had ripped and torn, her body now worn | |
| as she crumpled to the ground, dead |

