She Left

She was seventeen and the world was callingShe could hear it singing like a sirenHer father was afraid and wanted her to stay closeBut she knew she had to let go if she wanted to taste freedom

If she didn't follow the song now, she never would.

So she shook off the dust of her small townStuffed her belongings into a backpackClimbed into the car and

She left.

She was twenty-five and her heart was breakingShe could feel it splintering inside her as she fell apart

The one she loved had been pretendingAnd she found herself wounded by friendly fire

Though it would hurt to break free, it would hurt harder to stay.

So she picked up the fragments Put on strength and love like lotionTold the truth and

She left.

She was eighty-two and her breaths were laboredShe still had a spark in her soft, crinkled eyes

She had left heartbreak and trauma behind a long time agoGrown stronger with age yet her heart had stayed tender

And she was so loved.

They gathered around herAnd kissed her forehead She heard the siren song and

She left.