Out of all the angels
she was the one
dancing,
swaying
in the waterfall.
With every drop she was cleaner,
newer.
With every step she was stronger,
braver.
she was the one
dancing,
swaying
in the waterfall.
With every drop she was cleaner,
newer.
With every step she was stronger,
braver.
Because now she knew,
you have to be set prisoner,
to be set free.
Little Pocket Journal 