her wings

She stretches her arms out to the dark sky, staring into the cosmos high, Wishing for one last gamble of life that could grant her the wish to fly,  
She's has been trapped on the earth for so long, tied to the ground by the shackles of pretense, They forced her to the edge of insanity , inspired her to kill her own originality,
Keeping her down into the submission of rules to obey, in the world of fanatics she is has become fragile toy,  struggling in which she always wanted to be angel, But she's only a girl a puppet tangled cords in rules & ethos,  
One day She hopes to break all the strings in her will, But for now she just dreams, just dreaming about the moment to earn her wings.