We meet, she's afraid, I'm nervous,
She pushes away, I push to make friends.

Clearly I see her in pain,
And she can see I'm no different.

We talk, I nervously,
Her, rather like a punk.

But we bond, she's no longer afraid,
I'm friends and no longer nervous with her.

Then she's tortured again,
I can't stand by.

I throw myself at the danger,
Without caring for my own life.

I'm hurt, but she is safe.
And she tells me goodbye, and that scar runs deep

I say goodbye as well,
And cry to myself.

I lost the small one that I cared for,
The one who I loved and held closest.

So I sit here, wondering at the stars,
Who just shine in their infinity.

While they watch over, sentinels of light,
I'm down here, showing how I care for the small.