Swift Hawk: 23rd Sept 1998; 1: 10 am - 1: 48 am

Like the wind,
She strides along.
Like the clouds,
She looks so innocent.
Like the sky,
Her hopes so high.
Like the breeze,
She makes things go.
Like a sister,
When we are together.
Like a queen,
When she smiles.
Like a fairytale,
When she is around.
At times of sadness,
Like everything was hopeless.
Just when everybody's dreams are lost,
And smiles began to cost.
She came with a feeling to try,
To keep our sprits high...