She is only 19, basking in her construction
Commotion, confusion, chaos and destruction
She is passionate and wise, brave and smart
Enslaved by love, chasing someone’s heart
She knows all the great causes
She knows life isn’t flowers and roses
Yet she is watering the wrong seeds
Mistaking wants for needs
Her steps lead to all the wrong paths
She clearly seems to know the aftermath
She is controlled by hopes and desire
And like a moth she is drawn to fire
She thinks life is on a pause
Until she finds her cause
‘‘You are a bit too late”
Is her foreseen fate
I pray my prophecy fails
And her strength prevails
I pray that one day she’ll see
All that she can achieve and be
©FAT 2015
