In this peace and quiet, my screams cannot be heard;
Because I am at peace, I have nothing to scream about.
The breeze in my hair, updraft for worn-weathered wings;
True peace only comes when I'm flying, higher, and free.

I am the leader of my Voice, mine and others' paths;
So I cannot fall, I cannot flee, I have to speak louder...
But alone, with wings confined and folded, I speak...
Speak truths and see small pieces of the difficult trek.

This is life, hard and true: We are never alone.
That Voice I beg with is just my conscious, whispering,
"Save. The. World." like a secret code or mantra.
And I have to listen, because I've moved along.

The path is old, dirt-beat and trodden, and mine.
I may follow blindly or open eyes to the world,
Open my wings to the eternal sky of freedom;
Save the world? I'd rather just be a girl.