The Lucy I Know

Laughing eyes illuminate you most Understanding yet so strict Cool, yes, cool methinks you are You are the epitome of quality Would you call it luck? And say it wasn’t meant to be? Moulds may freely grow But of your accomplishments, hard work looms U will continue to soar Always and ever the leader I see. Time will heal all pain Under duress you definitely will excel Should you feel almost despairing Have faith that I believe in you!