She lived in a fog
 All choked up in a smog
 Lost like a pollywog
 that’s stuck on a log
 In a polluted bog
 Just like an underdog
 She’s now Wayfairing
 Wounded Wondrously
She prayed to be free
 From this calamity
 Immersed in misery
 Yearning for harmony
 Wholeheartedly
 She’s now Wayfairing
 Wounded Wondrously
What came was prophecy
 Spoken eloquently
 She began bibliomancy
 Yearning to be holy
 She began to see people heavenly
 She’s now Wayfairing
 Wounded Wondrously
She’s now a Maestro
 Keenly tuning her soul
 With Universal resonance
 She’s an eminent composer
 In her symphony with God
 Her music never runs mainstream
She challenges reality and deniality
 Oh so tenderly with a true ability
 She speaks so softly
 And understands humanity
 She sees God’s graces for Eternity
She steers well by God’s chart
 His way is a Piece of Art
 She listens with her heart
 And hears Mozart
 As she composes her start
 Where she plays her part
 She’s now Wayfairing
 Wounded Wondrously
 She’s now Wayfairing
 Wounded Wondrously.


