Whitney

Har the wind going boom, listen to what's above, forget those who fume, you're not frightened, want to soar like a dove, don't you go and blow it, what settles on the loom, is need enough to shove bad fear in the room, to rescue God or try, brush away unwanted love, laugh why you ask why, what comes 'round too soon, is often misunderstood, dancing Divas won't swoon, now is where you fly, safe to open the hood, songbursts without trying, thrum around your blood.