Ponytail girl running barefoot from the creek
She's young, lily white, but in her eyes you already see that orange and black streak
Like a bolt of lightening,
She can flash, crash, soar
Through life lessons She learned to question everything and appreciate folklore
Now you'll never catch her sitting patiently waiting for some man to open her door
Daddy schooled her where he could, said d**h was nothing to fear
Left her wishing she had a source to let her know her mother's near
She's a wild one with an angel's heart,
and faith and thanks for music
His gift of Art