Emotional Debbie

In the midst of darkness, she stands

breathing!

Behold a delicate face of treasures

Enormous are her eyes

Gleaming up to the sky

And her mouth is full of words galore,

A sudden mischief comes across her ears

Like a gentle butterfly in faith

For a song is a song in her heart

The voices of rage are tender

And such splendor becomes her

Oh this mighty picture,

What shall become of the past?

For the present is so loud and clear

And the islands of wildfire become bright

And the feeling of suffocating has gone

Will the past ever be so pretty?

Look at the dirt beyond her feet!

For the blood of emotional Debbie is

flowing

And the veins of a flower soar

And that brown and yellow house down the street

Fades in the rain,

Oh please don't say the Lord's name in vain!

For emotional Debbie

Is a whole wilderness all by herself

A race from the world she is,

Pink and yellow flowers scour her forever

She looks so pretty in the sunlight

And the music just follows her effortlessly

Into the night,

And I cry every night

Because I miss her.