She sits there, so distant, so sad.
She tries to hide her pain,
but her eyes are filled with such sorrow.
There's insecurity in her stride,
and fear in her voice.
Her long, thick hair, she uses as her sheild,
hangs down to cover her tear-streaked face.
Before them they may see,
a girl who's given up,
someone who doesn't care.
When I look at her I see a lost soul.
Behind those sorrow-filled eyes,
I see a girl who is filled with love.
A girl who has such determination,
just not enough support.
Behind her sheild, under those tears,
I see beauty.
I see a heart so big, so pure,
it brings tears to my eyes.
My heart aches for this sad, lonely soul.
I can hear her prayers,
though she doesn't speak them.
I can see her fears in her eyes.
She thinks she can hide all of her pain,
but our eyes are the windows to our souls.
And though she speaks nothing,
her eyes have said it all.
I watch her, she's quiet.
I know her mind is an orchestra,
a marching band if thoughts,
so loud in her head.
She looks up at me.
I see her sad face slowly form into a smile.
I smile back, and without saying a word,
I tell her that everything will be alright.
A tear streams down her face....