She’s a golden girl
In her own mystical world
Wrapped in glitter and silk
Emerald eyes and skin of milk.
Writing away on a warm springtime day
Down to the river to dance, sing, and play.
‘Round Royall House Park and coffee at the Square
Dates down at Davis, “Oh, Diesel? Let’s meet there.”
She came to New England with dreams in her heart
The Midwestern accent always set her apart.
Fast like a New Yorker yet flows like the shore
Boston brought new people and opportunities at her door.
Seventeen months later she feels right at home
But wherever she is, she knows she’s never alone.