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the girl in red

Where is the girl in red,

the one I knew long ago?

She was alive but to the world dead

waiting for something to grow


Hiding under the ground,

her heart weak yet head strong

she waited all winter for spring to sound

but the birds never sang their song


So she began her own melody

from something truer inside

then the girl in red was free

for she had grown wings to fly


Fly, girl in red, for your freedom

Fly, girl in red for your fears

Fly for the ones who who couldn’t overcome

Fly for the ones who will in the coming years


Written by Secret Storms | @secret.storms




Self-portraits by Secret Storms in Cambridge, MA

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