Blow!

The girl that was never known,
The girl that was sitting all alone,
The girl that had no friends,
That girl that would soon never make it to the end.

That girl,
The gifted one of all,
The girl that has something special,
She doesn't even know at all,
And I pity her.

She looks at the evil crowd,
and Looks away,
I give her the strength,
Blow them away.

The gift of wind,
the gift of fire,
the gift of water,
and the gift of earth.

She is one of those,
That are like poems,
They mean different things,
But really mean them.

*This is a poem to everyone to think of tonight and relax. Think of someone, including yourself watching a helpless person. Turn your life into a fantasy*