However young her soul,
A thousand years too old...
Many times I held her hand,
While others held her dreams,
And she, her story told...

Like one before her, so alone,
I stared, helpless, at the sun...
Many times, escape was fair;
But chains were heavy
And life, too much to bear.

Now, her cries demand an even score
And she is frightened by the lure;
Only steps from insanity;
And she is stiff, alone,
So scared and free...

One step from the ledge,
Her eyes closed tight;
One breath from the edge,
And one final flight.