a cinderella walks the night
Air of dust, air of grace,
And she looks to the free
And she longs to breathe,
stretch her wings and fly
Broken heel, broken heart
Broken in by the forms of the dark
Smiling star smiles painfully
And she looks to the free
Stretch her wings and fly
Wounded soul, wound and bruise
Wasted jobs, wasted journeys,
And she looks to the free
And she longs to breathe,
stretch her wings and fly
Dirty clothes, dirty stares
Dirty fingers, entangled hair
Wanting light, wanting balance
And she looks to the free
Stretch her wings and fly
And is rising an d rising
Feeling warm and smiling wide
and floating on a sunny breeze
and reaching out over the edge
and she can hear the mountains tall
Feeling warm and smiling wide
Floating on a sunny breeze
and reach ing out over the edge
and she can hear the mountains
Whisper in warm mes sages,
Holds out her hand in drops of bright rain
Rain down now, washing her away
Spray down now, wash her away
An d she looks to the free
And she longs to breathe,
stretch her wings and fly, fly,
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