She had about her an air of innocence,
Whenever she did breathe this golden silence
You’d be lucky to catch a twinkle in her eyes,
And never would’ve known her lips could tell lies
She walked so tall, oh how she loved the light,
But come the dark hours, come the hush of night
She’d cry tears of pain and sorrow,
But no shoulder could she borrow
Just a lie of hope for a better tomorrow,
And the least a chance to pretend again or show
That her bravest smile could make it so bright,
For the people to see her strength and might
As she walks with her head toward the skies,
No one could really tell how much she tries
With every step to create balance,
How blind she was, and God was her guidance.
By His Grace, Sheela (via sheelaleigh.com)
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