With my hands I change my plans for me.
I'm lead cutter and all my efforts you see
This girl can speak in a regular voice
At any time I can make a new choice.
A partial grave with coffee dripping always down the side
so it bears the name your designing it for
This name is brushed across the skin and bronzed within signs
Arising everyday and dusting off the lore
You didn't care well I can't help you there
It's every time a vase of water flowers falls I Go home
The tinyest one
Look at these lionesses advancing
sing the portraits tired of songs