She puts the lie in believe, she puts her tongue in her cheek
Her warnings unheeded. She never regrets and frays at the seams
Her ends refuse to justify her means
She always remembers her dreams but never the meaning.
She's start dust and grit from the road and she can't stand being told
What to do. She's a show-and-tell story with old-school
Guts and glory and she refuses to step forward if it means two back
And maybe that makes her a fool but the terms are her own.
She spins tales like yarn and there's baleful truth
In her face as she trades in stories, fancies, and prayers
Nothing to her name but cup of tea and an open flame
And when she takes to the trail, nothing but ashes remain.
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