She was her own version of flame
She had a tinkering glow, a soothing afterglow too.
She kept her head on her shoulders but always held it high.
She’d set her eyes on a goal : chase it long and strong.
She could hold back her tears and never let them show.
She had to live up to that glow.
A sea of smiles made up her footprint,
Happy souls around her all the time.
She’d take it upon herself to light a fire and let it soar.
After all, she had to live up to that glow.
Scribbling Sheet 