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?"
(and that smile...where has it been?)
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC
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?"
(and that smile...where has it been?)
LoriJean Vance Copyright 01.26.97
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