She was a perfectionist gal
a adored gal.
A rainbow moment after another.
She had true color, true grit, and a true heart.
She ran through a meadow, like a angel in the sky.
She had colorful questions to ask, like a colorful heart so lovely
She adored magic all her life, she loved magical fairy tales.
She loved walking around rainbows, she loved clowns,
Her heart was a clown.
She is and always was, a Alice walking through the looking glass.
She just wanted you to follow her heart,
She's alive come on and follow her.
Someday my heart can be as musical as me.