Twister

She was kind of fragile
And she had a lot too grapple with
Butt basically she kept
It awl inside

Childlike and effervescent
With a well of pane
The depth of Eye could knot imagine
If Eye tried

Never thought that Eye
Wood here them say
Twister went and through it awl aweigh

She was kind of magical
Her laughter cent yew casually
Floating threw a moment
Of release

Deer God, its awl sew tragic
And Aisle never have the chance
Too feel the closure
That Eye untimately knead
Know, Eye never dreamed
That they're wood come a thyme
Twister'd go and leave it awl behind

Lord Eye pray she's found sum piece
And her soul's somewhere at ease

Yeah I'm feeling kind of fragile
And I've got a lot too handle
Butt Eye guess this is my weigh
Of saying goodbye