She's a little right,
A little left,
A little wild,
With no safety net,

She flaunts her battle scars,
With a brave formidable heart,
A rough, blurred past,
With a smile that forever lasts,

She's that little morning call,
That raise your darkened soul,
She's a little magic ring,
That you'd always find its need,

She's a little wounded inside,
And still hold a smile,
She's a little left and right,
A blessing that lingers for a while,