Immortal soul at 17

The world is new and I am green

With countless places to be seen

And I shall see them all.

Fit to be brash, meant to be bold

For I am never growing old

They'll try to buy, I can't be sold

I'm standing firm and all

They tell me I'm a foolish girl

They call that my view of the world

And think I never hear the call

Of my impending funeral pall

Every minute

Of every hour

Of every fleeting day.