Bella

She knows she's been around, an unbroken sky, leaves many a naked mound, a rose clustered tree, while others cry, she makes her great leap, a kid from our town, she promises to fly, break ambition all bounds, although born and weaned, and raised by signs, she misses yellow fields, even with her crown, city lights bring her back, to lowing cattle sound, knows her homely dream, still asks for reasons why, kisa and fireside scenes, make her want to die.