I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling