Rebecca sits and waits;

At one point, she hesitates;

The barely tree being her best friend you see;

Glancing at the sky with the reason why;

Rebecca wonders of her future into the crystal ball;

Is she dreaming in a recall?

Wisdom in her eyes; her thought of being wise;

Life as it seems; beyond the seams;

Wandering into doubt; leading to her own shout;

Beyond the clouds, rain and over the mountains;

Rebecca stands and a motion of applause;

Her life has become the open door;

Visions of seen and knowing what her life means;

The word about; she now knows, no need to shout;

Her life came clear; being close in heart and sincere;

Voice from above; the calling of the dove;

Her paths have been shown; it’s the understanding that has been known.