It's standing there..
Opportunity just waits on
me to grant it the attention
it justly deserves.
No, the wind won't move her,
Nor will time stand still for her...
The Devil's hate wouldn't bother her,
But her peers' would emotionally scar her...
You couldn't sway her beliefs,
But you could make her think harder...
Being poor wouldn't bother her one bit,
Just the thought of others being that way does...
Money wouldn't change her,
but then again what would?
She's purer than the fountain of youth,
yet more down to earth than the southern
dirt ground she was raised on.
Some say she isn't right for me,
I say that some shouldn't be given
attention to.
She's nothing short of perfect,
though a scale of perfection can't
even contain a fifth of her.
