What if her hands were never steady
Would you still be ready?
What if she fell weak in the knees
Would you catch her?
Or watch her bleed?
What if her trust was never fully restored
Would she still be someone you adore?
What if now & then her heart hit the floor
Would you walk away?
Or lend her yours?

The pit of emptiness lives inside her
She needs a care giver, not a provider.
Remind her now & then
That she's your best friend
She plays tough
But it's just a bluff
Inside her fragile eyes
Is where her pain lies
Even when she smiles
Those pupils hold stories for miles

But she's not held down..
Even when there's a frown,
She wears a crown
The core of her soul is one with the world
Making her free as a bird,
Without need for any words