Questions
Questions, more questions,
That's all they asked her.
That's all they asked her.
She wanted to fly,
Society wanted to build her a cage.
Society wanted to build her a cage.
She wanted to be like a bird, soar high,
They clipped her wings and asked her "why".
They clipped her wings and asked her "why".
She knew her soul belonged elsewhere,
Away from their hard "stares",
to maybe some she would show a smile that was rare,
Away from their hard "stares",
to maybe some she would show a smile that was rare,
Maybe to none would her heart she bare.
She knew underneath their never-ending questions; in reality they did not actually about her care.
She knew underneath their never-ending questions; in reality they did not actually about her care.
Her indifference was to them very scary.
Her mannerisms were relatively distant and aloof.
It was that difference that upset society leaders a lot,
They could never comprehend her with all the knowledge or
wealth they had ever got.
Money
only further hid the foul stench of their pretentious rot.
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