There was a class

And in that class a girl who loved dresses

Who was pretending with all her might to forget and to remember

Christmas, they said, a poem for your family

So she wrote

Bells rang, smells rose,

And for a moment she was happy

Years past and time went on

She kept writing

And every once and awhile she was happy

Living on a cliff

Standing on the edge

And to take a step back

I needed drawings, or photos, or numbers, or words

But the words they made me free