she sit uponeth her swing.

As she glides over the city lights.

It is dark as the swing is held by thick string.

Pulling her back and forth over the great heights.

She looks beloweth her feet.

To see the city full of life.

She smells the air it tis sweet.

And so she swings her feet to the beat.

Of the music beneath her.

She had fallen in love with the city.

But only from afar could she.

She couldn’t truly see how the city was whity

And wouldn’t be so kind to a girl so free.

So she stayed above.

Where it was safe like a dove.

Staying high where no one could hurt her.

For her wings were delicate and oh so pure.