A girl stumbles through an open path.
Not knowing the way she is going,
Or what lies down the track.
She feels more than others feel,
Believes in more where others lack,
The open mind of a quiet girl,
Who feels more than others feel,
And sees more than she ought,
And loves with less thought,
Than she truly should,
But she is blind to all the world.
Her fantasies are often lost,
Never gone but eternally locked,
Inside the depths which is her mind,
Left to believe more in different times.
And she will live in this world unreal,
As others find her dreams and steal,
Feeling more than she wants to feel.