She was beautifully broken
But beautiful none the less
She had stars in her eyes
To shine through the mess
And spoke in song
To help her along
She dreamed of far off places
And love to fill the empty spaces
She was not made for this world
So tucked away she stayed curled
And soon the spaces turned to walls
And the far off places became places she could fall
Until a boy with a golden mane
Helped her move passed all the pain
He planted flowers in the walls
And they grew and bloomed, beautiful and tall
The walls came crashing down
And with it, she was once again found
Her dreams turned to hopes
And gratitude became the language she spoke
She planted her own garden
With all the pieces of her that were broken
And it grew and grew, wild and free
Simple, strong and beautifully