You thought your words might hurt me,
but your candor set me free.
Free to die, 
or free to fly...

The choice of sorrow or elation
brought such sweet emancipation.
I was a slave to my emotions...
the girl with crazy notions.

Your words now echo through my mind,
ironically, not cruel but kind.
Your honesty restored my sight,
with newfound wings, I start my flight.