My Girl

My little girl cried and howled a lot,

She wanted to stay home with the mama goat.

I know there are wolves all around,

Scary, dangerous like a big black hound.

Sometimes people and sometimes place,

Make you agitated and push you out of race.

My child, you don't fit in here,

You are special with your own lair.

You are a slayer for the people with horns,

Also an angel for the needy ones.

Now is the time to take in the knowledge around,

And grow silently without making a sound.

My little bird you are not like the rest,

Your mother knows you are the best

A day will come in the fortune wheel,

You standing up high and the world will kneel.