Fantasy like thought that no man could rain
Just let her reign
Run wild with her unafraid
Of any rain storms
They only wash the mud away and make way
For double rainbows and sunny days

She hasn’t got it all figured out…far from it, in fact.
But she loves God and she loves to dance…and she’s her own “Better Half.

In the world of dogma, you become free the day you decide to go to hell.