As they sifted through Cellophane, marble, and yarn In her head all she thought of was when the alarm would go off And awaken the body that she had called home As she got out of bed With her hair in a rag She recited adventures That she's never had Holding on was a nuisance Debating if she should let go Don't let go As she walked through the halls With her mellophone hands Reaping stories appear Granted on her commands They had waited for hours To see if she'd still walk the line As the garden of Eden Was stormed at the gate She had balanced excitement With all the mundane And the constant conclusion Depicted that shed be just fine Be just fine Be just fine