The maiden by the river

The beautiful maiden sits by the river, even though it is warm she still shivers, 
The flowers cover her neck  even though her life is wrecked, 
Smiling used to be the only way to get through a day, 
The whispers of the past make her heart run very fast, 
The bars of her cage make her think of sage,
The laces of her greatest fear lay within her beautiful tear, 
She hears the cries of we want more and hopes that they are very sure,
The hustle of the leaves land on her lace sleeve,
Breathe the whispers on the tree but will they be able to save me
And even through their cries are shallow, 
The place for change is very narrow, 
They said be beautiful that's all you need but they should've taken heed,
Her heart won’t last another day,
For she is broken by what she sees as the trees start to sway
The river silently flows as the petals start to slow,
The promise, the curse upon us,
Will she be saved? Will change be paved? 
This is her story to tell: will she ever break out of her cell?