“It’s my life!”, she says as he pries.
It’s the look in her eyes,
he can see she’s alive,
but still wants to cry.
It’s obvious there’s pain behind her face,
behind her life.
It’s been the driver giving her the faith
that all she does is not a waste.
He can’t understand her now,
she’s never shown him how.
And it pains him so,
to know he’s not wrong
impotent, unarmed;
so he writes a song,
hopes she can be charmed.
He’ll never know,
because he ignores the tiny things;
like the pain behind her face
and the love in her eyes.
He’ll never look to know,
she’ll never never show.
HG – 2000-2005
