She's mystique
Owner of your land
She's powerful
With her ginger hair
Control of all the bird
You super hero cape
That comes out of tree roots
In a golden chest
She keeps your secrets
She's a goddess
Of simplicity
Your heart is big
Your mind always full
But now she knows the truth
We will never know it's her world slowly turning true
Surely I can see a little part of it
It's why I write all these words
For becoming true our love
Your people
Are your butterflies
Following invisible ants
And you will find the place
Where she really lives
Forgetting what is sad
