She is drifting on water. She conceals all a girl can feel. Her hand ever with poise sends everyone away. The boys, the boys and the praise, her and her boys in a haze of false pretenses. She wants to find her truth that blunders and she isn’t likely to handle it. She can’t handle loneliness, and it is when she walks on water she becomes herself. She can’t handle love, washing down her flame.