I'll never forget your red knees.
Or the way you clutched that book.
You said today's world has you afraid.
You close your eyes screaming you can't look.
I look outside and I see quiet, I understand why you're scared.
You whisper to yourself a quiet prayer.
"There's only crazy people out there."
I grab your hand and look in your eyes, "there's no one there, on ones alive."