Her burning flame
she lost her sanity, she knows she's not right
For five long years she's tried to fight
she ate too much, her stomach did not retain
she didn't eat, her weight she did maintain
She walks the road, the same old road
her actions were bland, no one could decode
She smells the trees, it calms her down
It keeps her sane, she will not drown
She sings some songs, some made from her soul
No one could hear her, she made that her goal
She wonders if it's talent, or merely a thought
she keeps her linguistics hidden, makes sure she's not caught
She wonders if it's a passion, or just an amusement
She could do it every day, but wonders how she could use it
She loves the arts, she loves to explore
Poetry, oh she wished she wrote more
She was a lost cause in the woods, that no one could save
She was a burning flame, that was put down by the educational wave
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