carvingbackbone

she is like a fairytale her wings speak in volumes [that] lie unheard underneath the rocks formations breaking down she stares at the ground beneath her she runs into the fire without looking back she knows that she can't win even with her heart bleeding it out [for You] though she's ignored and pushed down no one to help her no one to hear her cry she is amazing the image of a grace that lies beneath the willow with flowers on her face she was a soldier at one time life was good and then it's shooting some red wine she drinks away her pain so she doesn't have to face it the memories, etched into her min