Why so sad, pretty one

Your head is filled to the brim

With daydreams of every sort

That never come true

Or so you think

Remember that everything comes

Right when you least expect them

Do not control them

Nor orchestrate them

Just let go

Set free you wild imaginings

Let them sail in the wind

Be still for awhile and reflect

Allow things to come to you

Believe that they truly will

Believe in yourself

Dear Woman of the world

You are perfectly precious

You are greatly desired

You are wanted, needed and loved

Smile now

Be free

Let go

Let love

Surround you