The girl sits down at a cluttered desk
And picks up a tired pen
She knows the words will come to her
She has no idea when
Her mind begins to play for her
The adventures of her days
She watches all these memories
Reflecting on her ways
She goes to school for the first time
She meets her first few friends
Some try to stay close to her
But eventually all things end
Fast forward into high school
She's already a tired soul
Still she has her spirit
But in her heart there lies a hole
Each day it fills a little bit
With new faces, days and schemes
By Junior year she's fallen for
With the man of her fondest dreams
Through college, life, and time
She has a family of her own
Pulling out her graying hair
She is stretched out to the bone
Raising kids, tough times and heartache 
Through all this she survives
Her experience left her standing tall
Her mind thanks all her failed tries
Now she's old and crooked
But her empty heart is filled
Putting down her inkless pen
Her angst and pain is stilled.