She's here, 
There, 
Everywhere.

She's a phone call away
And always willing to stay

Her hair's up in a weaved pony tale.
She's posed and cool,
Always ready to give advice and role the dice.

She's full of love and care to all
But her tongue hasn't undergone a fall
She's the one that's wise
And the one that's most willing to pay the price.

She lets one wonder...
Wonder if there isn't more...
Where do all these feelings inside her go?
She has so many of them
But she's always in control,
Or so it seems...

When I look at her I feel admiration for her strength, 
For the self-control and care within her!
But then...
Then I wonder,
I wonder wether her heart is really whole, 
Wether she brakes down and crie at night,
Tired of always having to fight,
Fight for herself and others around her,
Tired of having to be strong,
Tired of having to sing a willing song...
I wouldn't,
I couldn't be that strong...