Does she believe in miracles?
I think she’d say she does
For she knows just how far she’s come
From out of ‘what there was’
The girl who once took make-believe
Into her adult life
Pretending to have everything
A boss, mother and wife
Till Autumn stripped away pretense
As leaves fall to the ground
And everything she thought she had
Came swiftly falling down
And left her needing miracles.
She emerged from the rough
To find that who she really was