Come away girl,
buttoned to a societal fabric
you do not wish to be.
Stretch those arms
they’re done gathering misfortunes.
They are ready to swoop
through a clutter of order
and rise.
Come away girl,
buttoned to a societal fabric
you do not wish to be.
Stretch those arms
they’re done gathering misfortunes.
They are ready to swoop
through a clutter of order
and rise.