A young girl dreams in pink cotton-candy;
Of beauty, fortune, love, and fame;
Dreams quickly melt; a sugar-rush dandy!
Disillusioned; Candy dreams to blame…
Convictions are born in a cinnamon candy;
Crusader’s passion a hot burning flame!
A tea-totaling holy-roller eschews brandy;
Focused mind- set; an evil world tame…
Reality, sweet-sour burst of treat so sandy!
Pride’s convictions an empty shame;
Self-held truth melts like powdered-candy,
A bitter heart is a middle-aged claim…
Old girl dreams in reverse a rock- hard-candy;
Slow-melt in memory; hope to re-claim,
Idealism; with wisdom mix, make it so handy,
For young sugary dreams a useful frame?
Truth isn’t found in dreams of sugared candy;
It is embodied in only one Holy Name.
True convictions aren’t for prideful to bandy;
Jesus is meaning for every age to claim!
Don’t you cry over stolen or lost sugared candy;
Trade sugary scheme for trusted Name;
Vanity’s lost dreams: poured out peach brandy…
Spirit purposes old and young the same!