Born with an unceasing shining heart
A wondrous North Star of love
Paining joy like impressionist art
I read you like hand in glove
A fireball shooting across a lonesome sky
Soaring far beyond explored frontiers
Brighter than skyrockets on the 4th of July
Always the first in line of the summiteers
There’s right and compassion steering her guidance
That glow burns mightily thru the night
Purpose in every fine motion of her dance
Filling darkness with hope like an arc light
Illuminating widely, a lighthouse of the soul
Wounded, words penetrating like a knife
Healing with kindness mends a gaping hole
Cynicism replaced with a compassionate life
In her lustrous glow we can see ourselves
The curtain rises on the rest of the show
Hidden away, out of sight on dusty shelves
Finding a reason to come out of the shadow
Ticket 2 Ride 