Alice

Her dress is white and silver    
With golden thick fine hair                                                                                                               
Her beauty and looks are really rather rare
   
Her steps are like tomorrow the mysteries unknown
Of who she might follow or where this girl will go

The sorrow and the horror of the dreadful echoing past
The shadows and the pain will not stand to last

Her rosy red fine cheeks 
Her dazzling bright blue eyes
Brighter than tomorrow 
And sweeter than the sky

Her mind is always thinking always day and night
Reading and doodling her thoughts are oh so bright
When she looks right at you she’s smiling like the sun
She’s always playing with you and always having fun