Wings.

Give her wings
and grant her flight
above this place that has torn her down from heaven
Bloodied, broken, and bruised, inside and out,
her body screams for a second ending
A place only she can seek her truth
Understanding what went wrong, somewhere within
but yet outside her life, her own hands slipped,
and she fell.
She revelled in her distance, her madness overtaking her,
body and mind, and we loved her.
We loved her but she was taken, her sanity left her body in our care,
we hold nothing but a shell of the girl we once loved.
Can she not see, we have been there, as well?
There is a way out, there always has been, we were right here for her.
Always, and we will be now. When she needs us most.
We love her as our own and she is ours. A part of who we are.
Delerious in lust, she'll cry your name, but you won't be there.
We all know that. She knows it, too.
She'll take your hand to break your bones, the way you broke her spirit.
But you dont know her, and you dont know that she always stands again
stronger then the rest, yes, even you.
And she will bring you down and crush you, as you have tried to do to her.
But you won't stand again.
Not like she did.
And one day you will be nothing but a bad dream.
And our lives will go on, as they once did.
And we will be happy once more.