Started out as pride and joy,
turning out to be a tom boy...

The eyes that see life,
the soul that plunders...

The unwilling anger,
hidden beneathe a cold surface that can easily be...

A mirror,
A mirror that shows reflections...

The mind,
like a single set of bars to imprison your heavy...

Swaying to the music of natural life,
whispering winds sends messages like vocal songs...

My eyes hold no secrets,
my face shows no care...

The pain I hold dear to me,
the cries at night I come to bare...

Life is a daze,
that you wish to shake away...

A beautiful smile,
hair full of style...

Your first cries,
your little whines...

Let the riches of love raise upon thee,
following thy special one throughout the world...