sometimes a girl just needs a half
The world can be a brutal place
Where choices often seem unfair
And tend to slow your desperate pace
Yet no one really seams to care
But deep inside your mortal frame
Cradled in subconscious thought
Lies your own eternal flame
That warms your sould and can't be bought
It allows you cat-like grace
To stalk your prey on soundless paws
Or win a battle face to face
Never having drawn your claws
It gives you wings to soar the skies
And view the blue jay's lofty realm
Or guides you through a sea of lies
Like a captain at the helm
It offers solace in your sorrow
And makes you all that you can be
It gives you strength to face tomorrow
It is you dream that sets you free.
-Suzanne Ransleben