The Struggle
An open window, a locked door
A bullet shot wall, a paint splatter floor
So many choices, so many mistakes
She stumbles to the ground as the world around her shakes
Such a small child
So timid and frightened
If only she had an angel who would make her world a little more lightened
The sparrow inside her soul sings
It tries to get out but it has a small broken wing
She’s brought up in a world
Where she has to grow-up fast
Where people live for the future
And forget the past
Until one day the door finally unlocks
And her fragile ears are met with the dinging of the old grandfather clock
Time is running out
She must break free
The bright, warm sun on the horizon I what she’s always dreamed to see
So little choices, so many mistakes
She runs for the exit as the world around her for the final time shakes
In the warm sunlight the now strong sparrow sings, as she fly’s away with two very powerful wings
A bullet shot wall, a paint splatter floor
So many choices, so many mistakes
She stumbles to the ground as the world around her shakes
Such a small child
So timid and frightened
If only she had an angel who would make her world a little more lightened
The sparrow inside her soul sings
It tries to get out but it has a small broken wing
She’s brought up in a world
Where she has to grow-up fast
Where people live for the future
And forget the past
Until one day the door finally unlocks
And her fragile ears are met with the dinging of the old grandfather clock
Time is running out
She must break free
The bright, warm sun on the horizon I what she’s always dreamed to see
So little choices, so many mistakes
She runs for the exit as the world around her for the final time shakes
In the warm sunlight the now strong sparrow sings, as she fly’s away with two very powerful wings