Her name I cannot tell,but meek and lowly is she,calm as the summer sea winds,no multitude of phrases can describe her seraphic nature.
When downcast,she lifts herself in merriment with melodious tunes of inspiration.
To her,every moment,with a Melody swayed.
For nothing would ease her heart better.
Of late, I heard her echo, this time so unusual,it was that very same song, little did I know she was fading, fading away in lamentation, for her words puzzled me
Oh how she loves to sway with this Melody,that leaves me in suspense, but at times makes me think she's in tenterhooks with no one but herself.
Oh how hard she tries,tries to drop those chains, but her pride just won't let her
So she goes on with this Melody, hoping against hope, that some day, she'll forgive herself.
