Daniela

Daniela inside is full of doors
Some closed, others open
Daniela inside is full of doors
Sometimes you go out, sometimes you come in
Daniela belongs to the wind and sometimes surrenders
And loses things but others remain
Daniela is a tree, a book, a bee
Flying among many in a beehive
Sometimes it's hard to be
And what there is
Is not always what it is
And what is
Is not always what you see
Daniela inside...
Daniela breathes and sometimes hangs
Sometimes you don't know if it's her or not
Daniela doesn't understand everything and waits
For someone to calm her sleepless nights
And sometimes she is...
Daniela inside...