The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.
My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.
Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.