To the young lady that tends to lose her track; Your eyes are not for tears, Your eyes are to open portals for my thoughts To transcend their limitations And step into your worlds of wonder. Your face is not to frown, It is for the people like me To find the clarity they once lost, The warmth they crave, And just the glow they need to light their way into a better perhaps. Your hands are not for clutching, Not for Creating wide spaces to cover the diameter of your face; Your hands, are to wave in between threads of air that Hold my love and send it to you; Your fingers are to unleash the senses Of those whos bodies are numb Those who have never experienced your touch. Your soul is never for anger Your hatred is untrue Your energy lies within You just have to extract it. You are not to cry, You are to set free torrents of emotions Trapped inside a cage with golden bars A brunette with beautiful wide eyes; You are not to breakdown You are to dissect your existence and reshape it To better represent Your essence. You are the gem that loses its spark When the dust becomes so heavy on your soul Until it starts burning your eyes; But shake the dust. Shake the dust and rise Be the young lady I know you keep inside, the young lady I love. Be the savior, For you do not want saving Be the hero, For strength is dormant in between your eye lashes Be the elevating voice, That rescues us from our pits Be the young lady I know you keep inside, the young lady I love.