Don't Let Go

Her shadow is tired,
lonley and discrete,
but never once has it dared to look at me.
Dared to look at a savior,
one who can bring the light,
even though inside softly I cry.
Her sprit is tangled, twisted and confused,
and through it all, no one ever knew.
It's always there,
her spirit,
broken and dying,
but never once reached for my hand
when I couldn't stop trying.
Her life is so precious,
and her love is so pure,
but no one seems to see that
and finally one day,
maybe she will trust me,
be convinced that I'm not like the rest.
Maybe one day her heart will finally rest.
One day she will laugh and tease and lay,
instead of hiding on the floor
the tears that she cries.
Her shadow is so tired,
so lonely and afraid,
and it seems there's nothing I can do
to heal the scars that it sees,
the scars inside...