rowing right on round the bend to ever seek the river’s end never finding what she seeks beauty born when she speaks chaos too, it's just her way to flow within and rue the day wicked waters rule her mind so heart’s the one to lead her blind time to find someone for now a precious one to hold the crown make me happy, see me through easy said but not made true wrong reflected — each false kiss clearest signs to not be missed now far above their basic schemes truth rediscovered in her dreams treasured memories of the heart they flow right out when she makes art that one she lost who meant the most forever her most holy ghost
