Soar

She couldn't wait to get on a jet plane to look down on the city that she once looked up to,

Grew up listening to Freebird, only wishing that it was true

But it wasn't quite easy, so she settled for the substitute,

chemically attaining the altitude

Smoking up in pop's garage

And when she was high, friends thought her to be happy

But mom knew it to be façade, 

though mom ain't innocent. 

She didn't applaud but she could have done more, 

The times dad ridiculed her for love but never smacked his hands from her door; 

Who've heard of such a chore? The poor girl gave her precious soul and he always demanded more--

He sang those gospel hymns the loudest; she soon learned the correlation, 

And now she's sufficiently old, to flee the congregation. 

-sreehc