At a time when life was precious she came in unannounced she brought in lots of baggage and layed it on my couch.
Her innocence was perfect her naivity was bliss she only needed love from all complications she did miss.
This child was so entangled from the start of life and on some would pull from left and right and others far beyond... but her smile would still march on.
Looking for stability the years poured quickly by and soon her heart felt sadness and her eyes learned how to cry... but her smile still never died.
A few more cuts and bruises the rain came pouring down her soul now soaked in others' hate no truthfulness around... but she still refused to frown.
and still more time, and still more pain...
her eyesight growing dim the crowd now cries with false-lit love "my sweet Tabi, how can she sin?"