Bohemian

In the woods of broken dreams
Is a red haired girl who my story sings
She is dressed in hand-me-downs
And a bohemian spark her head crowns.

She learned to fight for her believes
And hold up through all the scenes
She had her up and downs,
She did mistakes ,she lost some fights
She cried,she sung ,she loved,she danced
She tried not to look back as time passed
She though of the world as a card of give and gain
She tried to avoid the solitude pain.

Loving nature,loved by nature
Loving people,hurt by people
Never stop believing
Never stop loving
Living everything intense
She burned her life like a candle.

If only she had a little bit more wax...