• Hope can come from the smallest things,
    For this broken and beaten angel it was the snapping of her chains.
    She might not be free but now she can try,
    try and break down those walls, spread her wings, and fly.
    Her physical pain will slowly heal,
    But the emotional scars she will deny real.
    Every day now she waits and waits,
    Hoping and praying for her emotional state...
    But as the days grow longer and the nights grow colder,
    She wishes more and more for someone to hold her.
    Alas though her will refuses to break,
    For her hope keeps telling her this is all fake.
    For she has no knight to come and save her,
    Forcing her now to persue unwanted danger...