Fabala

Just a little girl, in truth,
Trying to be the woman inside of her,
Wishing that things could be
Wonderful for a day
Pretty Fabala sitting, waiting for life to
Pick her up and carry her along
Life has different plans, plans to
Play cruelly with her and toss her about in a
Whirlwind of Fate
For Fate and Life go hand in hand, and
Pretty Fabala is caught in the current
Paint a pretty picture,
Dance among the flowers
Pay no heed to unhappy Life
You can make it on your own.