Freedom of the Leaves

Leaves fly free in the fall
At last, the trees have released them
But only in death does the freedom call

A young girl who stands outside her school
Pain in her eyes; she’s afraid to go home
The hell she calls her life; her world can be so cruel

Through her eyes, you see a different world
On her arms lie all the scars
Given by the man who made her

There are no words to describe what she feels
Trying so hard to survive
Built up inside are so many fears

She turns to walk home dragging her feet
Her heart pounds with what’s to come
Tonight will be the night she admits defeat

Neighbors don’t want to get involved
The painful screams from that dreadful house
The police remain uncalled

As the morning breaks, she’s become like the leaves
Released from the horrors and the fears
But only in death do those fateful trees set her free