She walks with grace
Always pacing with much haste
Why does she try to make the time go buy?
Every day she scurries past
Never stopping to ask,
\"How are you?\" or \"How was your day?\"
She seems to be so afraid.
\'Afraid of what?\'
Few might ask,
Well, afraid of life going by too fast.
To her, living busy is life in a whole,
Little does she know it\'s all a show.
Nobody has their together,
that\'s the key to living happily ever after
You have to remember my dear,
That to live,
Means learning to give,
And learning to give is just the first step.
So my sweet girl,
Stop being so busy,
And ask for some help....