(I) …And on a hill side a girl stands, She stands on a ledge, | Scribbles

(I)

…And on a hill side a girl stands,
She stands on a ledge,
Looking up…

Don’t ask her how she got here she wouldn’t know the answer,
Was it her mother’s prayer or her father’s curse?
Was it the toxins of the ground; the fire below the surface?
Was it the star that shined day and night?
Was it the voice of God?
Don’t ask,
She wouldn’t know.

And she heard whispers in the night
So she climbed the next morning…

She takes deep breaths,
Her tomorrow starts today;
Today is her rapture,
History was about to be made in the town that scorned her presence,
She was about to prove herself wrong.
God smiles,
Her halo forms as she ascends…

…And in the moment a bird happens to be flying by, noticing a radiance on a hillside. He witnessed the transformation of a species, another soul that got the best of her abilities. He noticed a girl’s ascension; her kind making it out alive. He noticed a hero’s journey. He saw the girl.

-The Girl That Flew
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