She coined an idea, not a phrase
Struggled through every day.
She wanted to tell;
it weighed heavy on her tongue, not her heart
A form of sentimental art
important to the lost kings and queens
somewhere in her mind
Oh if only she could find! what those rulers once believed
and practice what they preach
But her mind is a copper cage.
Wire so thin yet it collectively suffocates
And to this day
she continues in the cliche set by the those who draw the wire.
