| Braids |
| A girl's hair Dressed up in braids So many there The bonds made Each part Has many more And so life Is out the door Some hairs fly free Some stick together Some must be bound In all strains of weather As we live life We're in braids of hair Bits and pieces Gathering together. Mix and blend Contrast and form With a few solitary strands Weathering the storm Lonesome strands Get swept aside To join the group Then return like a tide. I'm a lonesome strand Swept back and forth But I see who I am And that's the best worth. |