She Wanted Wings...

The turquoise sky was a prompt to fly tempted her to perch on high from there a world she could descry But something happened last night last night her soul died, In the name of norms she's crucified her voice is mute and flight is stopped now she will sing and fly no more She wanted wings the special things like the notes of lark which always sings but she will fly no more She loved the smell and feel of rains as sick of summers she wished to wear the robe of clouds and dance the steps of mild and tender downpour though vales and dales will wait for her but she will dance no more and you know what! pseudo-norms are a crashing engine What if she sings and lives no more Her wings are clipped, her flight is checked (at least the norms of clan are kept.)