He confined her within the four walls,
And assumed he had clamped her down,
he touted claiming her,
but her nomad heart
could never be traced down.

For she was meant for the skies,
and for the moon,
and every place
where a wanderer could be

Her physical self was caged,
but her soul
still reposing,
liberated and free

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