Her days are spent in a hot, chalky gym,
Everyday without question, for hours on end.
Her day begins before the sun's rise,
Off to the gym no later than five.

She's worked through the pain and conquered her fears,
Accomplished the things she's tried to for years.
Practice is over, but she's not ready yet,
Over to the bars, for just one more set.

Gliding and swinging between the two bars,
She's rising above and beyond, to the stars.
At nineteen years old she's a world class star,
For someone so young, she's gotten so far.

Don't frown little one
Keep your head held up high
Because unlike the rest
You can fly.

Written by Matt Calder, my spotter, my friend, my love