With a heart made of gold
She walks down the trail of life
The future is certainly untold
Aspiring one day to become a wifeThe past is a haunting cold
Full of secrets and despair
A strong woman just trying to hold
In this kind of warfare
With a smile on her face
And a tear in her eye
Dreaming of another place
Flying up high in the sky
Hurt but never destroyed
She is always willing to help her friends
Always ready to be employed
That she even pretends
That nothing is wrong
And listens with an ear
That will hear all nightlong
Just to put someone in a cheer
Neglecting her own needs
For those that she loves so dear
That I hope while she reads
It becomes evidently clear