She grew up to learn and believe
Destiny is the how and what of, we weave
To try sincere was the only way to succeed
Everything else is a misled and misread.
Been taught to stay sound and strong
No matter what storm came along
There ain't any problem Little Betty could not solve
Once she made up her mind and firmed her resolve.
She beat all odds to meet her aims
Sometimes new, sometimes the same
A tint of white and a tint of grey
Colored her life along the way.
Until one day she arrived her mid day,
To find out desires and efforts didn't always meet the same way.
She was confused, she was at bay
This wasn't how she was taught her way
When she looked at those eyes, who held her all along
Understood life ain't so fair, and it wasn't her swan song.
She walked ahead, in the comfort of her family and friends
Accepting a bit of her destiny isn't always in her hands.
Its better to have lived a life of love and content
Instead of times - broken and bent.
