You can start,
Bit you won’t finish,
You can begin with no end,
It’s the journey not the destination,
Sometimes feels like you can reach a nation,
Sometimes you can hit a mile,
Sometimes it’s just the destination,
Sufficient for her minds station.

Maybe the transitions are hard,
The stopping of one thing,
Then the start,
The moving to and fro,
Really gets to her little heart.

It’s not that she can’t do,
It’s not that she can’t find,
It’s that what she can’t process in her mind,
She’s unable to imagine well,
She’s unable to future-see,
Unable to look into the well you see.
Unable to look into her future,
Missing endless possibilities,

It’s only what’s in front of her,
Is only what she sees,
And when there’s change and no evidence,
It’s not in her minds abilities.

She is the most beautiful soul,
I have ever seen,
Gentle, kind and caring,
The most beautiful heart has she,

And though her life may be turmoil,
Going to and fro between,
It’s a splendid little life,
She has to share,
And all she wants to do is care.

Sometimes it comes out wrong,
And at times it not easy,
For her to say or do the right thing,
For her to show us she cares,
People take her the wrong way,
Sometimes she gets it wrong,
Her hearts always in the right place,
Has been all along.