I’m not a poet, just a girl
Who dreams of love,
Who dreams of truth.
And I write only what I feel
And there is nothing
I can smooth.
My words are arrows made of gold,
But they don’t have a price on sales.
The person who is smart and bold
Explore with them the knowledge’s dales.
I’m starting my adventure now
I’m asking you to pray for me.
I’m not a poet, just a girl.
But maybe one day I will be.