Letting go is a beautiful thing,
it's an ending to the madness that intertwined you,
and a beginning to the new adventures that await you.

awakening from the long hibernation I see?
your inner child will blossom into someone beautiful,
The man is no longer holding you down.
The man will never mend your bruised body, you see sweet child,
that is but your own quest.

So untie the nets, and let the black crows fly into the sky,
the shadows have painted them such a color,
the clear skies will ravish them into something beautiful,
like cardinals, haven't the crows always dreamed of the cardinal life?
If you continue to stay where you are, bundled up in the net,
you will never be something beautiful.

Feel the rain pouring on your world? That is only the start,
the start of renewal and clarity,
Let your tears run their course and replenish the wilted flower,
The man has held his fists tight around your stem, the poor flower..
unable to breathe and grow for so long, you're now free.
Freedom from the agony, that has pained you the most.

And as the months came by, the crows were now cardinals,
similar to roses that flew on the canvas of the clear blue skies,
The flower stood as high as the oak trees, blossoming like it never has before,
And then you, the sweet yet broken child, look at your bruised body,
it's turned into something beautiful, Only because you strived for it, and took a chance..
The man would be in love if he saw you now, but there's a maiden you want to please

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