Her Ornament

(Written by Brian Vander Ark) Never really meant to volunteer. Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn and incidently raised my hand. I just want to be her special. Someone who will never pioneer. I prefer to watch the mud break off her heels and turn into cement. I just want to be her ornament. Her shadow seems much cooler. Camouflage myself and plan a splendid entrance. I just want to be her situation pending expectation. I just want to be her ornament. Never really meant to volunteer. I fought the urge to stretch after a yawn and accidentally lost my head. I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation. I just want to be her ornament.