The misty blue eyes that tell it all,

The story of a lifetime just a moment long,

Every single moment time’s weak and times strong,

One lifetime of listening to other's songs

The scratched up hands that give it away,

That scars and marks left from a thousand days,

Ruff palms and fingertips covered with clay,

Sign to no one in particular that it’s okay.

Sitting there silently crossing her legs,

She makes the sign an silently nods her head,

Silently she slips off the messy bed,

Knows her silent words can be heard, she can be read.