Unfinished lyrics

She sat all alone on an old splintered beam,
But the voice that she had would've rivaled a queen.

The mantle she wore was a stained threadbare rag
But her blossoming youth turned a princess to hag.

Lines that I'm holding

She lived a life...
from the back cover of a cheap paperback beach novel.
as a character in a gothic novel.
found in the bottom of the play gym ball pit.
between infomercials and political commentaries.
in a corner of the garage, next to the rusty bike and hedge clippers.
six inches under water.
under the wrong side of the rainbow.

Testing the waters

I'm not exactly sure what to expect from this experience, but I am told that this is a valuable tool to follow the progress of student thought and skill mastery. I feel like a kid walking up to a piano where I've heard great pieces performed and all I can do is throw out a little Chopsticks. Well, at least I know that the instrument makes the right noise.