Her days seems weary and by the hour dreary.
She sits alone in her area looking beyond for peace.
Her mind seems heavy and her eyes tells a story.
It's moments like this she wishes there was a He to listen,
But if she only knew that it was me who listens.
She prays for relief.
She cries but no sound, no motion, no tears.
It's her silent cry I hear.
Away from the world she wish to be, I can tell by her guilty smirk her hello's means disappear.
I feel her thoughts and understand her wants,
but i wait for the moment, no need to rush.
In her eyes the story goes on, emotionless entangled, it hurts me worse.
I reach out for her but she sees nobody because distance is our mediator,
I negotiate because I can no longer stand by to watch her and regret it later.
I reach again to take from her the burden she carries,
She give a sigh of relief.
I stand over her to take on the cross she's carrying,
and she looks up at me and smile and touch me,
and now I die to her daily.