Muzzle from the sleep that I draw was broken
A solitary wondering soul no need for a place to belong
Spirit that is rotten as the look in her eyes makes her a perpetually soul
Rectify her contrary solitary nature.
She has a good grasp on risk and can return self-preservation
Trust her petty thug nature
She never turn her back to someone who rely on her
She extend her arms to those who are in need with a compassionate heart
She always try to read what is behind every word and action
She seem to be logical but she always blow things along way
Whatever happens in front of her, Happens in front of her.