There once was a girl who lay alone in her bed,
Talked to imaginary people in her head,
Let her problems flow free,
Like the leaves of a tree,
Caught in a winds embrace,
Her words wove to paper like lace,
The girl was real happy cause now she wasn't crazy anymore,
Her bedtime words were now a book in a store.
To be shared with real people,
Not just ones of folklore.
