A sinister dawn in a foreign place
Holds her heart; it cups her face.
Dark outlines on the city’s land,
Skyscrapers show the corporate hand.
There she stands, rising tall against the sun
Heartbroken voice calling out for anyone.

Cold wind rippling through cropped hair,
Nose pink and cheeks red in frozen air.
Ruler of all the world below,
But to tell another all that she knows...
Cautious, she’s looking all around, 
But it’s a long way to the ground.
 

Yet oh, to be back in the country-
Where the wildflowers grow free.
Not worried about being the biggest and best
Or beating out all the rest.
Oh, back on that farm sick with love
His hand in hers, the loft above.

Her suit and tie now hold her back-
Moving trucks and boxes yet to unpack.
She had fixed her eyes and got all she wanted
But for what cost to live a life undaunted?
She wants to be as free as wildflowers
But she’s dying under corporate towers.