I saw her from afar
a beautiful lady with a scar
No, the scar wasn't on her skin
rather in her heart as she had been hurt

Too many times for someone to count,
but she smiled, she smiled brightly and with
no fear, she smiled like she was happy
something I could never do.

I grew up having everything one could need
but never could I smile like that, I could never
do anything other than fake a smile and that smile
that I faked, was no more than an ugly substitute.

I could never be happy, never could say honestly
that I enjoyed a second that passed by, why that?
I wonder that myself. And as I wondered, I drunk.
I drunk some whine as I sat in front of my window.

Out of my window, I saw faces, thousands
of them, and yet I never saw such a satisfied smile
I wondered why, and then I remembered her's as she fell
mere seconds after that screams were heard and her life was at an end.