She could be plain tell her story on trains like the subway preachers.
But she'd rather dress it up in colors Speak for more then just regular hours. She'd rather tell it all her life,
On the caves of her skin. She gives her testimonies, Collecting ink like glorious trophies.
Dates and quotes, memories and meanings. Hopes and dreams, all the things worth keeping.
Puts it bare in ink and colors, picture paragraphs as tall as towers.
Thank you for your time loves.