Too scared to cry,
She holds herself every day,
a simple piece of glass,
That has fractured and danced away.

Living for nothing,
But knowing nothing better,
What can I possibly say to heal your wounds?

A look from your troubled eyes,
can burn my soul entire.
Twisted logic, cruel lottery,
my little victim of a liar.

Bless your innocence and grace,
Your trusting nature and fair face,
Your wanting experience and hurtful sweetness,
But most of all may god bless your weakness.