Eastern star rises promptly everyday
But why there is so much of grey in here?
Neither a castle nor she a princess,
But these barbed windows
Tinted glass with square mullions
Diamond cut grills and curtains
Blur her vision.
Shadows on the floor and ceiling
Dance a wild dance , beckon her to join.
A body stripped of rhythm
A heart wrenched in grief
Falls into fathomless dark.
Alice, Anna, Emma, friends and allies
Chants of freedom, courage, and love
Sappho, Hilda, Ann and Emily
Rich in fire and passion
Summon from their throne
Listen! Oh, frail heart, listen.
Flutter of wings, songs of joy
Laugh! My poor little heart, laugh
A laugh that kills fear and breaks the ceiling
Feel! The wind, the cloud, the rain and the sun
Fly, for the sky is vast and time is short
Sing a song and let it go.