Such a mess she was
With broken dreams scattered jumbled around the floor
She kissed pain goomorning everytime she woke...
She used to think alot
Carried stories to tell in her inkpot,
hugged blank pages when she was alone
Even they cried at the stories they were told...
But she was a queen without a crown
A fighting spirit who'd never let herself down
She made her pen her sword
And everyday there'd be a fight in her yard
Those inked sheets sang her victory in the fight
Broken but alive, she found her way to be alright...