There was a little girl, With a little curl, But when she looked around Others could be found Tall ones, short ones, Sportier and funnier ones. They looked like theyβre having so much fun, She thought, miserable, she sat glumly. With head in hands, She couldnβt see the fanfare and bands: Celebrating life in all itβs abundance, Lost, she was, deep in a trance. But, then, deeper within, Life spoke, welcoming her in. You are loved, thereβs no-one like you! Why look to others, when you know it to be true?! So off she embarked, On a new adventure: divinely marked Out just for her, and you... Hearts held open can be renewed.