She'll go without shoes
Barefoot, freely dancing all around
She'll be who she chooses
Solid, earthy like the ground
She'll let her hair go wild
Not tied in a knot on her head
She'll wear clothes out of style
Paint her toenails deep red
She'll go out with her tears
Walking about in the rain
She'll rinse off all her fears
By laughing deep--healing the pain
She'll protect with a shrewd eye
Her treasures within
She'll set old secrets to fly
With a relieving sigh
Then, she'll rock in her chair
Talking kind of sappy
Twirling a lock of gray hair
Feeling quietly happy.