Her Name is Jane

There was a lady, very gentle and mysterious.

Her skin covered in rose gold, her face covered in freckles and her hair, it  flows to the rhythm of the wind.

When she speaks, her words are soft yet she is heard.

Her name is Jane and she lives in the jungle.

She is fierce and brave but-

She is afraid and feels alone,

Everyone wants to take away her spirit

Because she is like no other

She swings on vines

Barefoot she dances in the dirt

She is one of contentment

Didn’t you know

That her name is Jane

And no one can stop her

There IS no other

She will forever be “THE one”

Her loneliness makes her stronger

Cause there are no others feeding off her energy

She lives in the jungle remember

The animals are her friends

She stands behind them because they are her protectors

Of course though,

Don’t forget her name

Her name is Jane

The sun is her father

When she wakes up in the morning she carries her spear

He leads Jane

Her father is her energy source and he beats her until she sits in a daze

Likewise, she expects the same results from others

She hunts at night because the moon encourages her

Dancing as she feels the beat of the moon at its third quarter

She is her own tribe

She is the beginning, the middle and the end

Her name is Jane

“Don't forget it”, she says

If you meet her, you’ll know it

She has this everlasting effect

It is quite strange

Her name is Jane

Again if you meet her,

You’ll know it

“Don’t forget it”