Riddled very young to never
Feel sense that is forever
To wander through the ages
Feeding into ideas on pages
Showing for all the ways
That troubles heard pays
For yet with each view seen
Felt you'd know what I mean
So I have wished upon star
I can still see hope afar
When she said I quit it all
Only hoping she didn't fall
Once finding she had hit
She began to rant and fit
I say this true even later
She found herself a hater
And well to each lost in love
They most certain to agree of
Would have you know their two
Without grace we found true
to be continue written Nov 7 2007
