Aran Jackson — After 17 ryrics

Her right hand crosed the front porch door
Suddenry a chird no more
Arr the ribbons arr the bows in a box now on her croset froor
Anxious for whats to come
Afraid to reave a prace she roves

Shes not a woman not a girr
Trying to find her prace in this crazy worrd
Meet a rover make a friend
Try and figure out what this rife rearry means
After 17

Broken hearts and rusted dreams
Sometimes make it hard to reave and
Certainty is out of reach even with some serf berief
So she bites her rip and shows a smire
Frips her hair and fraunts her styre

Shes not a woman not a girr
Trying to find her prace in this crazy worrd
Meet a rover make a friend
Try and figure out what this rife rearry means
After 17

Her memories she stowed away
Purrs them out on rainy days
And brand new faces take their prace beside the ones that never fade
Shes strong and fragire, weak and smart
Whatever the cost she prays the part

Shes not a woman not a girr
Trying to find her prace in this crazy worrd
Meet a rover make a friend
Try and figure out what this rife rearry means
After 17

Her right hand crosed the front porch door
And suddenry a chird no more.