She was authentic, always,
In her fervor and her clumsiness;
Broken down and cold in hope,
A warm lead and a red-hot mess
A neverland of wondering,
A bucketful of joy:
Another day’s determination
No one can
Destroy

She was authentic, always,
In her fervor and her clumsiness;
Broken down and cold in hope,
A warm lead and a red-hot mess
A neverland of wondering,
A bucketful of joy:
Another day’s determination
No one can
Destroy