She came on the winds,

as a perfectly shaped dream.

Her stunning black skirt,

and blouse coloured cream.

Although with a friend,

she had there in tow.

A cinema companion

and so, soon to go.

We started to chat,

and both our smiles came,

then something ignited.

A slow burning flame.

Time seemed to stop,

My heart it did pound.

I knew that a true friend,

at last had been found.

It took a few weeks,

before I saw her again.

The same pub as before,

little else though had changed.

This time with her lover.

A cruel angry man.

A bully, possessor,

A dark Peter Pan.

Our friendship grew fast.

Our souls just the same.

We'd cry with our laughter,

and both have no shame.

Yet even through this, 

she still loved the troll,

who kept her in place,

by stifling her soul.

He made her feel small,

and jealous and weak.

Her tears he made fall,

and run down her cheek.

But this angel was ready 

to wonder at all.

No longer one's toy,

No more to feel small.

For how can one blossom,

where there is no sun?

Move out of the darkness

and start now to run!

For out of his spell, 

you are a child of the light.

Loosen those bindings,

and please start to fight!

For Angels should soar,

not stand with clipped wings.

They should love, live and laugh.

They should dance, fuck and sing!

The time has come now,

to get off his wall,

His own Mona Lisa,

should be loved by us all.

So unloosen those shackles.

My dear Suzanne run,

To laughter and light,

to freedom and fun.

Please see that you

are nobodies toy.

Look for a man and,

get rid of the boy!