The Girl

The Girl

She’s the girl walking down the street,
with the biggest worries on her shoulder.
She has no one to lean on to rest her little feet.
She needs so badly to have someone hold her.

Her skirt is dirty and her sweather is torn,
her old shoes are shaggy and outworn.
In her face you can see her lifes biggest fears,
her eyes show the worlds darkness reflecting in her tears.

She hides from the sun and stays in the shadow,
she looks away and keeps her head low.
She wants to try standing up from her pains,
try to use the strengths she believes she has in her veins.

She’s the girl walking down the street,
she is afraid, unable to hear her little heart beat.
In her heart she keeps her long lost dreams,
and the memory of her life once filled with hope and belief.