She may be five foot six
But she’s a skyscraper.
She’s got a taste for kicks,
well known for her capers,
and when she gets her fix,
She’ll headline the papers.
Her head’s in the clouds
with dreams and relief
that a sunrise is just how
you put the night beyond reach.
So no matter the row
The past, will rarely breach.
Her future was never written,
She’s got a lifetime of discovery
If you see her, she’ll be smitten
‘Cause life is one big reverie.
And if you take the time to listen,
Her words, a priceless memory.
No, she doesn’t believe in fate,
And the wander in her eye
Might say it’s getting late,
it’s okay to say goodbye.
Like a tower, her roots are great,
Her head forever high.