She prances, she dances, she frolics to be free
Not of this world
And not of me but her god awful
Death caused by disease
All freedoms seize to be
She can find prowess in her poise
Or she can get lost in thought and distracted by all the noise
She can slam she can play she can be happy every single day
Or remain unable to cure her sickness quick enough to fight her demons
Will hell freeze over before we tis the season?
Greetings to all and goodbye to fall
Turns out even angels...