The dark sky above her head
and thousands lights of a city under
In a moment of quiet waiting
With eyes full of freedom
she is crouching on a roof...
And when the train comes
she jumps....
Wired dreams in the air
smell of a burning steel as they rush into the tunnel,
Sounds of the drumming wheels...
Coveting for faster speed,
her hands are filled with electric sparks.
She has never enough
and when the city sleeps
she climbs on the highest skyscraper
with her knees over the edge
she knows she could fly...
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