What is this horribly heavy thing
Inside my chest.
Why is it that I do this
Time and again?
A melody sweet and true
Somewhere in my heart
Distant and haunting
Longs to ring out.
My free spirit rides the wind
Laughing with abandon
Carefree and taunting
Beckoning mischief
But the storms do rage
The savage wind blows cold
And I grasp for love
Blindly seeking shelter.
Who can catch this little girl
Running in my mind?
Who will catch her, tame her
Make her his own?
~Sara Jane~
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