You speak of an inner child's embrace,
Yet hers holds a granny's weathered grace.
A teen in years, but fragile in frame,
Akin to a frail granny, they're much the same.

Judging gaze with hard-set smiles,
Their laughter echoing through endless miles.
A robust heart battles a feeble shell,
Enduring pain that few can tell.
Perhaps she's nearing her final bow,
A thought that lingers, a whispered vow.
But oh, let her breathe, let her dance, let her play, let her sing 
Amidst life's whirlwind, let her prance.

See her revel in the rollercoaster's flight,
Ignoring flashes of moments, day and night.
Who's to fathom destiny's unknown decree,
As infernos forsake her, will she still be free?
Don't alter the essence, let emotions flow,
In this tapestry of words, let sentiments grow.