Timid

on a cloudy day in early fall,
she needed some affection, this little helpless soul

trapped and feeling lost,so many doubts.
no one hears her voice even when she screams out loud.
she's starring at the mirror, waiting for her time.
will someone help her out, and tell her she'll be fine.
will someone help her out, and say she's running out of time.

Timid as can be
though she's flowing easily
she needs to really see
she can be anybody

little breeze of wind
without touching the sky
leave you worried behind
take a step
and someday you will find