Little Slave

Run,run,Little Slave, feel the freedom that you crave. Flee,flee,Little Bee, how would it feel to be free? Would it feel like the wind, flowing through your hair? Would it have a sweet aroma, wafting in the air? Just spread your wings, and soar in the cyan skies See the birds,see the clouds as you gaze within your eyes. Come,come,Sweet Girl, come and rock someone’s world. You are the sun,you are the star. You are perfect just the way you are. Don’t self-harm or do suicide. The pain to others shan’t abide. Put the silver blade out of sight. I promise you,you will win this fight. Run,run,Little Slave, feel the freedom that you crave. Run,run,Little Slave, stand up for yourself,and be brave.