Girl with Many Things

She’s got a pocket full of dreams, a world in her eyes,

A thousand stories waiting beneath the skies.

A girl with many things, a heart that sings,"

Her hands hold secrets, whispers of the past,

Every scar a story, makes her who she’s at last.

Jewels of memories, tangled in her hair,

Walking through the city, with a wild, hopeful stare.

Nothing's too heavy, too much to bear,

She carries a universe, beyond compare.

Every piece a puzzle, every step a leap,

In her soul a promise, she’ll always keep.

Girl with many things, spinning like a wheel,

Beauty in her chaos, strength that’s truly real.

Holding stars in her pocket, dreams in her wings,

A universe inside her, she’s got many things.

The world tries to wonder what she keeps inside,

But she’s a mystery, a flowing tide.

Every little thing, a part of her song,

In her collection where she belongs.

Girl with many things, shining through the night,

A constellation of her own blazing light.

With everything she’s gathered, she’s flying free,

A girl of many things, eternally her key.