She had a gypsy soul,
tattered and torn.
Only because she chose life's,
long hard road.
Just when she started to believe,
she was sadly deceived.
Only to be freed by the sea,
her eyes were blue filled with envy.
Her heart once whole,
but her dreams they all stole.
They kept bringing her down,
and the she began to drown.
No breath to breathe,
sinking in once what she believed.
That she could actually be somebody.
Her gypsy soul still can't be found,
maybe if you look down.
At the bottom she reached,
you can still find the hope she still keeps.
Drifting down deep,
I hope you can feel the love she still keeps.
At least then maybe some still,
believes in the gypsy soul
you all stole.

Jessica Marie O'Connell