Watch her fly. <br />High in the sky. <br />Let her be. <br />For tomorrow <br />She will be gone. <br />Even though she carries <br />much pride. <br />No one cares. <br />They will kill her. <br />Kill her in a heart beat. <br />Which is all she <br />might have left.<br /><br />Kelsea Osterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-61/
