Her goals, once as attainable as clouds; she can reach with planes
The fields are like specks from the mountains she scales
Buildings are tall as the clouds; heights of which she had dreamt
Only distractions will now allow her to fail
She wears all black; a funeral for fierce fears
Suitcase in hand; she hopes she will come back to the green fields
And finally, she understands adults; understands grim smiles and strained talks
She knows distrust and betrayal; her inner child will yield
But I am sure, it will never go away
Excellent, especially second verse. I changed title, hope that was what you meant.
And I don’t think you should have clouds in both verse one and three.
Thank you so much!! I’ll keep it in mind about the clouds next time. Perhaps I could replace it with “as tall as the skies”?
Yes, that would be good. It’s often good not to repeat words.