She is the girl

Who looks not-so-nice and sweet

She has her hair in a twirl

And likes acting upbeat

She is the girl

Who doesn’t see her worth

In the winds of her whirl

She keeps going back and forth

She is the girl

Who doesn’t see

The glimmering eyes of her

Wandering what the world could be

She is the girl

Who just like being home

Unlike some of the girls

She is no one’s poem

Little did she know,

She is the nicest and the sweetest

In his eyes, he likes doing

Combing her hair with his fingers

Little did she know,

She’s worth more than gold and star

In his presence, she feels no fear

And everything is calm

Little did she know,

That he is her keeper

The gloom in her seems so long ago

Now that he is with her

Little did she know,

She is his home

Unlike some of the girls

She is his song