Who’s she

Who’s she, the one who always take the same sit

Who’s she, the one who always ask her lonely meat

Who’s she, the one with her lonely beer

Who’s she, the one who everybody looks when cross the door

I know, she’s much more than thinks

She’s that who tells stories and none believes

Her stories and someone else

She’s who does everything on her way

She loved, cried and smiled

She’s who does everything on own path

She’s who saw the rain and felt it

She’s, also, who blessed the sun

Over all, she did it all her way