Third Person Female

It would be simple to quit when agony perpetuates in her soul Grip of understanding for people is her goal But she cannot handle the gifts of life Those burden her strength with stunts of strife She is only lonely and heard by no man This took time for her to understand It would be simple to quit when change is against her Poisoned pricks of the witches tooth pierce her They burden her will with foreign distraction Men’s muscle for magazines a fake attraction Consuming fun in bottles green, clear and gold By the witch’s liquid, her heart controlled It would be simple to quit when acid emotions sits on her throne Compliance with god, a miracle with tone She took her step and fell far from fate A power uncontrolled, definition men create So he watched from the heavens as she trades her genius For a gift that has no value before death It would be simple to quit It would be simple