Unwavering
By Ty Kovatch

She drank the words down like mother's milk
She's tough as I am, but she's smooth as silk
She tried like hell to see if she could make them fit
She is small but I will never be that big

She's a baby
She's a lady
She's optimistic
And she's unwavering

The little sister of the Morning Son
Her hopes are heavy but persistence lifts a ton
She wasn't there when we were staring down shotguns
She is lucky but she's not the only one

She's a baby
She's a lady
She's optimistic
And she's unwavering

I know I am just like every other man
But she will 'cause she can
And she's not like them

She's a baby
She's a lady
She's optimistic
And she's unwavering

© Ty Kovatch 2011

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