She has a picture of flying birds on her wall,
Much time has passed trying to keep above the water, she knows.
She has a mind of vivid colors and unending rainbows,
Why would she let it go? Why would she even try?
They cannot understand the music that is her heart,
But would that stop its beating? She wouldn't let it.
She patiently waits for her time of graceful exit,
Of never turning back as that is not where she is going.
In her style of exit, shutting the door quietly, firmly,
She is ready to go, she is ready to fly.