And fire touched hair,
And such a sweet face,
And that little girl stare.
To all that you touch,
How can you not know,
That they love you so much.
This body so frail,
A witch you've become,
As you follow life's trail.
Of your strength or your power,
As your spells you incant,
And your enemies cower.
They can never repay,
And they hope in their lives,
Willow, always will stay.
