High on the edge of a cliff
Far above the crashing waves
A girl in a crimson dress
Sits in the spring grass
Watching the lazy sun rise.
This is her sanctuary
Do not disturb her
It is here that she can fly
Her wings heal on this ledge
Where she is free from worries and fear.
In the quiet of the dawn
She can hear her heart beating
Can hear the waves break below
Feel the breeze caress her tender skin
Soon she will have to leave this place
And return to her world of bruises
Where not only her dress is dark
She's been warned not to go out
But only here does she find peace
Hurry! Her papa will wake up soon
She's not sitting there anymore
Only the crashing waves
Know her secret now.
Its unfortunate that she ever has to leave her haven to go back to her place of pain.
Well written