Oh darling girl of me, what flowers you do grow
With all the seeds you plant and all the seeds you throw
How could each new trail un-wandered just lead to weary feet
No boundaries, no borders, no refuge in your street.
Oh darling girl of mine, seek never to define
Yell the rage and turn the page, or greet each gun-smoke dawn with stately grace in age
For every word you speak, refine the ones unspoken
To bathe and clean and balm all that is so broken
Oh darling girl now old
Into thine arms enfold
The art of being young and free when all you feel is cold
For all low tides will come at dark to drain vain rivers of gold
Oh darling girl of all, you will someday soon be fun
Take comfort from the glowing moon, the twinkling star and sun
It's too late now to wonder at the fairy, sprite and elf
For how could their fable find you when you couldn't find yourself.