Silver Tongued Girl

An imperfect girl in a perfect world With dark brown eyes and messy curls A chameleon adapted to blending in She feels like she will never win In a world filled with carbon copies She is unable to distinguish the sea of poppies All the girls and boys simply fooling themselves To be the unquestioned leader, the ringer of bells She always stands out within the crowd Never back down and never be bowed Never will she regret who she is A funky, unique independent little miss She is the silver tongue an expert weaver of words She will paint the blue sky and its jewel coloured birds For any season or reason or month or day She paints all the beauty in her own way Where others all fail, she is able to see The beauty and wonder of things that be The fakeness of this world, ignored by she Cannot tint her world in uncertainty For she is the waver, bright and strong She colours her words and creates the song The heartbeat of the place, where the secrets dwell As clear and pure as a mineral well