I don't understand what this is, what I'm going...

Don't let anyone stand in your way of making your...

The clod spring is like running through the...
It\'s as beauitful as wild flowers...

I asked
I asked the owl why is was white...

If hope could be a color
It would be orange...

The soft wind speaks my name.
It ask me to play...

Rain is a soft lullaby,
It brings comfort or sorrow...

Hopeless is being a prisoner with a low spirit,
It taste like burnt cookies...

Life
Graceful, Loyal...

Life is not what it seems, life can take you to so...

They all assume she's scared,
They all assume she can't fight...