She is the girl whose wings are cut off

but the want for freedom still in her heart

She is the girl who always questions

but can’t find any answers

She is the girl who lives in a world solitude

not of music

And every day, she closes her eyes and  imagines what she would do if she could be free

She imagines feeling the wind beneath her wings, taking her up to new heights

She lets go of her melodious voice encasing the world like honey

She envisions feeling the music in her veins, her hands and feet following the rhythm  

She now knows the secrets of the universe

But every day, she opens her eyes,

the visions fade as if they were never there

Hot tears sting her face, bringing her back to reality

What was she thinking

She is not allowed to sing

She is not allowed to dance

She is not allowed to think

She is not allowed to dream

And above all, she is not allowed to fly