then there was you...

and then there was you…

A sassy beauty queen with built up walls and a stepping stool behind the wall so you could peak over as you saw fit.

You wanted to change the world                                                                                                             But weren’t sure how

You wanted to trust                                                                                                                                 But you’d been hurt before and the wounds were still fresh

You wanted to love                                                                                                                                But you weren’t sure if others could receive what you had without turning to run.

Then one day you decided to grow wings.                                                                                        Standing behind the wall wasn’t enough.

You were trapped inside a world of your own creation and you knew it.                                        So you kicked over the stool and shot up towards the sky

Because you always knew how to                                                                                                               And flying was as natural as breathing