She hasn't been happy
Only a progression of sadness
A Dark past makes her present seem
Narrowly dim
She's tired of getting hurt by them
Tired of her shedding her silent tears
Never do I want to see you cry
Passion for her has bleached into my heart like t shirt dye
I know I can't save her from this world initially
But I rather try and give her happiness and empathy
One of these days
I'll help her get away