There is a girl that I know
A girl who likes to write alone
In a dream is where this takes place
She uses words to express through paint
Each painting tells a story,
A time when she has happy,
A time made just of glory
A painting tells of poetry
The times when she had no entries
Yes, she is a different one
For she is never same
She spends her time under the moon, never sun
Where everybody knows her name
She dreams and dreams that they understand
The words she tries to paint
The feelings that she gives to them,
The feelings that they find so faint
There is a girl that I wish I knew
The truth is, she is me
This girl, she paints, she writes, she draws
She is a mystery
Sometimes she wants a friend to dance with,
Sometimes she wants a boy to prance with
Other times she wants to walk alone
And with her poems she will tiptoe
There is a girl who is not the same
The things she says do not seem sane
She sings with such a light voice tone
But, nevertheless, she does not give up
For this girl is one who writes alone
