Her heart rules, its passion militant
Consuming everything that it sees
A renegade, she’s wry and brilliant
Dreaming of a future that can be seized
She is caked in a perfect amount of dirt
And loves everyone, even the untouchable
Sensitive, she hates to see the world hurt
Would prefer there to be no suffering at all
Rules offend her mind’s wilderness
There is no jurisdiction in her soul
She runs like fawn in love and happiness
To wake and go wild is her goal
Racks up sins in the hundreds
Admonished by those she won’t hear
The disapproval might thunder
But they’ll never control her with fear