Closed Pockets

Pockets are closed
for this young girl.
She sees the stars now
she's running free.

No longer under constant perjury.
Her shackles have been cut
She soars to the sky.
No one to define her
but herself.

Pockets are closed.
for this young girl.
She flies high above
painting, writing, singing words of sweet solace.
A creative mind in a serious planet.

Pockets are closed.
Time to move on.
To believe.
To think.
To ponder.

Pockets are closed.