"Without fault am I

I never whine

I never cry

I'm pretty as a new spring day

Hair as red as a fresh strawberry

I never lie I always pray

I keep my tune so bright and airy

My faith holds strong and keeps me wary

When my life is bleak and scary

My artistic works make many merry

I strain to fight for purity

and keep my mind from insanity

My life only exists to be 

nothing more than necessity

My glee excites all around me

Happiness may be the key

but never will content thee

I always will fight to see

the beauty clearly within me."

By: Cierra McAfee