Fly

She climbs high heels in her high heels

She limps, she struggles, she climbs

With everything to hide

Growing up with six siblings

In a shack with holes in the floor

Mama Jo washed dishes in the bathroom

Always with hope in her eyes

Sweet, sweet daddy tried

He gave us everything he could

But somehow their crippled little girl became their shame

The rumors and whispers never went away

No one ever called her by her name

A professional wallflower she is

Forever chasing

Who she should be

She climbs high heels in her high heels

She limps, she climbs, she climbs

With everything to hide

She climbs, always climbing

She wears her scars like armor

Everything she has, she earned

In a grand house, she lives all alone

A big house with not a home

Success is hers, but when darkness falls

The silence screams in the stillness

Along with her scars, she remembers

To her family she gave everything

But she was never enough

Still hoping for a place at their dinner table

She stands upon a mountain top in her high heels

Still waiting for someone to call her by her name

She's called rockin' robin, tweed, and bird

And yes, she is all within, yet invisible

But watch her fly