A POEM ABOUT HER

She'll kiss the storm

Because she kicked it up

Then break her heart

Not knowing how to pick it up

She'll burn a hole

Because she thinks she can

Then try and stitch it up

To end up where she began

This is not her story

This is not her song

This is not her right

This is not her wrong

This is the life

She's lived far too long

This is the life

She's lived far too long.

She'll make a deal

Then question it again

She'll throw in her cards

When she stands to gain

She'll quit the game

Just as it was going her way

Then find herself at crossroads

That lead to a cliche

This is not her yin

This is not her yang

This is not her pain

This is not her pang

This is the life

She's made into her plan

This is the life

She's made into her plan.

She'll find the answers

To questions in her head

Then she'll question the answer

To find what lies ahead

She'll catch a glimpse of the sun

And bask in its shine

Then relish the rain

As if it were wine

This is not her show

This is not her sell

This is not her sin

This is not her hell

This is the life

She's born to tell

This is the life

She's born to tell.