The singing of the heart so soft so sweet,
The singing of the heart sounds like a bird's tweet.
The heart is so small of the one so close to me,
She smiles and laughs, a spirit so free.
My child, my love, so beautiful with light,
As she grows, I'll watch with delight.

Pickley Nickel, you smell like a shoe,
Pickley Nickel, you make me go poo.
Pickley Nickel, how is your day,
Pickley Nickel, I really must say,
Pickley Nickel, please go away.

The girl with no face stares blankly in the mirror
not knowing what she'll do or where she'll go
she stands seemingly frozen with fear
all she knows is from this she can grow

emotions she keeps buried inside
her story she tries so hard to hide
hopeless and alone she stands
staring in the mirror to far away lands

life has a purpose this she believes
but to define it leaves her confounded
so to her few truths she cleaves
hoping one day she can be well-grounded