She's got the sun on her
But she's still a bit cold
From the old ways the days
Have a way of rolling towards
The bold way of thinking
And the brink seems bearable to her
She's there
She's almost here
She's halfway up the air
Without a place to hang
And sang a little song
About how long she can stay there
She knows how to do it
She knows how to rise
Her eyes are cast past the men
Them and their last ways
Days spent traditionally
With conditional traces
Of places she used to be
Never knowing how to see
Past what it means to be 'me'
She's naked
She's lost
She's figured out the cost of clothes
But doesn't know
That the skirts and the shirts
She threw out
Could be useful
She knows how to do it
She knows how to rise
And what she buys
She pays for later
By baiting the waiting men
And their ten fantastic reasons
For treason against the rumors they started
She departed
And rose
There she goes
Catch her
Catch her gaze
Strike her eyes
She knows how to do it
She knows how to rise
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