Faith

She sat at the boudoir

She was combing her hair

Long brown hair saying,

“I have skin so nice,

so soft, so fair”

She goes to the dresser

She puts on the dress saying,

“I have curves and breasts,

I’m so fine, so fetch”

She puts on her shoes and coat

Walks out the door

She’s invincible, unstoppable

She’s miss possible

But what she forgot

It was something so small

The faith of a mustard seed

To conquer all