This is a story of Little Miss Maisy,
Some call her crazy
But what they don't know
Is if you look deep inside you'll find a fire
That burns fierce when she's alone.
This fire was lighted
By her parents short-sighted
Who couldn't afford this child
Who had to grow up on her own
Sleeping on stone
Dreaming of a home
Left with a life that leaves more to be desired
The strive to survive keeps lit this fire.
And inside that fire you will find a fighter
The fighter Little Miss Maisy turned out to be
Hustling in the streets making ends meet
Moving her feet to the beat of her own drum.
Some call her crazy
But Little Miss Maisy made it out of that corner
Maisy made it out of that life
By becoming the wife of a man
Who wanted to end that strife of the fighter within the fire
And inside that fighter he saw a flower
Little Miss Maisy became his daisy
To love and nourish and grow,
She allowed this man to show her
A kindness that she hadn't experienced before
Her experience in the world mostly just showed her the door.
More and more as she felt this love
She realized her sense of worth
Was more than whatever was in her purse
Pursing her dreams was no longer extreme
Because Little Miss Maisy was now a team.
So from the fire that had the fighter
And inside the fighter was a flower
And from inside the flower Little Miss Maisy planted a seed
A new family to love and be loved
Was all that she would ever need.
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