She had the world on the tip of her nose
But it all unfurled when she reached for her toes

She lived on in the hearts of many
But her own heart had spent its very last penny

She floats on now in the dreams of those who reached
But her own dreams, they had been beseeched

So majestic was thy dear lady
Down at the park we'd find somewhere shady

I'd sit against an old oak tree
And she'd dance with the sun as if she was free

Out across the grass she would glide and she would spin
Dancing along the blade she would always win

My very soul she did encapture
On those afternoons my eyes had mapped her

Like a two toned rose out in full bloom
She had the whole park and all that room

Out in the sunshine she would blossom
But come hometime she'd hide, little possum

I'd take her back to that horrid place
The cheap scent of old perfume stinging like mace

Her mother would ensure that there were bruises
Everyday she lives through the life she chooses