How many times will I let them tear me down?
When will enough be enough?
The mockingjays taunt and call without any substance behind them.
Forgive them for they know not what they do.
It is only in their nature to mock those who capture their attention.
Since when does a queen fall to her knees for peasants?
The alter of my soul is original.
A perfect work of art made from purpose and a plan.
I live my plan knowing the road less traveled was created to show me I always have power.
The power of choice and direction.
I am simply me and simple is more than enough.
I fly amongst the mockingjays a peacock.
Peacocks cannot fly but they can glide.
That is what they were meant to do.