This girl would feel into the world—she’d grab and steal—twist and curl. The things she’d see would be her own—they’d show her how and where to go. She followed them with haste and fear, believing all they spoke to ear. She’d still get lost in all the speed—with need to pull from glutton’s greed. To take the lead and start again. To heal her heart and live to mend. Sometimes the things would be quite strange. There was a truth she’d have her day. This girl would bend not break her spine. The girl had once near lost her mind. These ones they’d feel had meant the most. A friendly face their brightest ghost. She was a friend who loved and cared that wanted most that girl repaired. She loved them much—they lost their way. To hear for real would make their day.
