This time next fall...

She is with a dress all matted and stained of people's lies
She is stalked and hunted down by social network spies
Words in her poetry teach the world to use their mind
She in time will find her wings and begin to fly

She will be the belle of the ball this time next fall
She will rise from her cinders and tell the story to all
She will have her prince because she kissed the frog
She will have danced all night with the sound of crackling logs

This lady I speak of I don't know personally, I read her through beautiful poetry
Let's take a moment to think about this person and shoulder her painful reality
There is a world around us and we are small in it
There is wonderful people and we teach not to quit

When reading this she'll know who I speak of and it reads as a positive message
In life we go through storms, we climb up mountains but we make it in the end
It's easy to say don't let things get to you and take a chance
When life gives you a gown, be belle of the ball and just dance;

She will be the belle of the ball this time next fall
She will rise from her cinders and tell the story to all
She will have her prince because she kissed the frog
She will have danced all night with the sound of crackling logs
To the sound of crackling logs...