She sings with the voice of an angel,
her guitar an extension of her soul.
She is lost in a world of complexity,
As she drifts without resolute goal.

She dreams of fame and fortune,
And wishes for love uncontained.
She is shamed by her acts of confusion,
For impulsive sins she’s been blamed.

She needs a guide to assist her,
An agent of truth who will lead.
She casts them away when she finds them,
And leaves the heartbroken to bleed.

She isn’t vicious or evil,
Just a force of nature and song.
She must allow others to help her,
To carry the verses along.

So when you hear her fair singing,
Let your heart be uplifted and swell,
Though a dream is more than a person,
That person must be nurtured as well.