Her sad eyes hid in caverns dark,
her bruised lips swelled and dried;
I saw her sitting in the rain,
as faceless men – walked by.
A child twined in vines of lies,
with tattered clothes and hair;
I saw her drowning in the rain,
as blind men blocked – her stare.
I asked my pop if we could stop,
and see what we could do;
he said my lessons could not wait,
and pulled me passed her – too.
Her one eye twitched as I drug passed,
her lips turned blue and gray;
I saw her dying in the rain,
and never learned – her name.
It’s why my music – cries – today;
she plays me – every string;
she lives on – beyond that rain,
inhabiting – my dream.