She is on a journey
Not knowing the destination
That holds all the answers
It’s her imagination
A puddle with her reflection
It is imperfect, warped
But inside she knows
She’s a girl beautifully flawed
When comes the time
That bridge must be crossed
She is finding herself again
Even if she’s never been truly lost
“How do I get there?”
She whispers through a stutter
“There” is different for everyone, Darling
So asking wouldn’t matter
