. . .

said the energetic girl with her tools.

Her colourful hair tangles up her track.

She tells she’s ok but we all see that

she is not lying, neither’s a fool.

Followers say they admire her mind,

Some do not realize she is old,

Although her words after years will be gold.

Her crystals shine bright as dim lights,

and her lips are curved up when she sees

a stuffed crowd trying to praise

all for those hurt and broken child.

Hayley’s voice will spread out seeds,

Adults think it’s some phase

That won’t let happiness piled.