All her thoughts are writ with pen,
words unspoken, never bend.
All her soul's an untamed land,
set inside the giant's hand.
Her eyes were made to see the scream,
to recognize the darkest dream.
To dig the deepest drinking well,
along the sandy shores of hell.
Her crystal, clear-cut ocean eyes,
separate the truth from lies.
And though the world is cold and dim,
she finds her Gold and Green in Him.
