Sewn

Door blown open; thoughts unknown
A long, long walk
But her shoes were sewn
To the path she'd chosen at seventeen,
But everyone says that age means...
Nothing can help a the hole is dug deeper
And she sinks further
Going backwards and down
The hell in life is easily found
By a heart like hers, broken and still beating
A glimpse of the light
But hope is fleeting

Window blown open; thoughts unknown
A long, long run but her shoes were sewn
To the path she'd chosen at seventeen
But no one says that age means...
Anything but hope finds her heart
And all alone she waits in the dark
A pinprick of light
Gone before it appears,
Nearly eighteen as she drowns in tears
From the words of expectations
That will never be achieved

Doors and windows shut; thoughts unknown
A long, long wait but her shoes are sewn
To the path she'd chosen at seventeen
A path laid out by society.