In this shattered city lives a girl
Caged by brick and mortar, she is freed by her school
Where images she breathes to life
And studies technique and history to grow
Her home is shabby, broken down
With broken windows all around
Wind within and smoke without
She walks with head up, I’ve no doubt
For her feet straddle worlds
Home is where the babies cry
But life for her is lived inside her brush
Where every stroke is breath
And every second lost is the finding of escape
In this shattered city lives a girl
For now
But give her a canvas and an hour
I vow
You’ll have to bring her back to hear her voice
For art’s her shining tower
Her lover, and her vice
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