Wings of Daffodils
I believe that daffodils would fly away
If only the sun would fly with them
But then, would it be a tale like that of Icarus,
Soaring too high towards his freedom
Could they fly too close,
Their best friend turning to an enemy?
Is that why the sun is quiet, ignoring their calls?
Does she know of what loving her could do?
So instead she sits so far,
destined to be lonely
My heart longs for her happiness,
yet I know her greatest happiness would lead to her greatest despair
She’s living in a lesser hell,
But still enduring the torture that would bring anyone to their knees
She stands tall despite of this
This is why I look to her as the strongest soul of us all