Her Inner cathedral begs to disagree
On the thoughts that her brain wishes to pursue
It warns her of a certain imminent danger
Like a monster in the shadows, waiting for its prey
To come near his nook, to be trapped in its spell
In order to satisfy its ripe hunger.
What would she give up?
To live the life she dreams of, to lay claim on her birthright
She thinks slowly, her head buried in the sand
Yearning for answers she couldn’t find
What is she giving up?
Her eyes are hot and tired
From trying to look far ahead
Never seeing what’s in front of her
Never realizing what’s beneath her
What is she willing to give?
To gain the life she wishes to live?
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