*written by my little sister Evelyn* (she’s a poet too BTW)

thinking hard
my mind aches
what will be my card
my hands shake

cant see the future
dont know the path
complete danger
or utter wrath

bright skies
wide open horizens
when pigs fly
by the dozens

dont see it happening
not just yet
but it will be coming
lets make a bet

im done runnin’
gonna stay put
im not hidin’

lets see whats good