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

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

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

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

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

Life
Graceful, Loyal...

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

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

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

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

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