She sings her own song 

Amidst all the storm 

Her verses are terse 

As she write fewer verse 

 

Would you play the guitar 

When she sings her songs

It would add a little music 

Which can make merrier evenings 

 

By the hillside the other day 

The villagers heard her say 

An old traditional lore 

When kings waged war. 

 

Would you care to see 

How beautifully she beams 

While singing grandmoms melodies 

Classical music adding symphony 

 

She met Gary the other day 

While she roamed the valleys

Filled with brighter sunny rays 

Who followed her homE all the way 

 

Now they both are seen along 

Every mall, road and stream 

Where cheerfully they sat singing 

Songs of days going to be