I know a ladybird with a colourful mind and flying soul.
Rarely understood but never old.
Masked in smiles but the world on her head, she’s her own mentor and idol.
I know a ladybird that flys so high, her only competition is herself, reaching for the bright sun and sometimes missing her stars.
I know a ladybird with spotted marks to mask her pain and sorrow, little does she know tomorrow is waiting for her just like a ladybird on a window pane.
I know a ladybird lost in the fields, not knowing where to go, her heart her map and that’s where she will go.