You make it easy to say what my brain doth ponder,
even when I'm distracted and my mind begins to wander,
thinking thoroughly of what my eyes have seen,
I absently absorb the sky and trees,
what lies I see but never accept,
I try to protest with a silent breath,
but my words never help the violence rest,
and the world constantly keeps my smile repressed;
your soul so full of rays of white,
we pass each day with graced delight,
to share a smile I savor each day,
consumed by the crowd as we both shy away,
an angel surrounded by faces of clay,
always passing by, but never to stay.