criss cross, drip drop
the innocent fall like flies
long hair, split at the ends
the guilty once innocent green eyes cry
for the moments gone, for the scars still healing
she weeps internally
fresh wounds sread
with each victimless crime
but shes not hurting now
the crosses still stand
because no one can judge her,
only god can
dark hair shines
like her spirit, holding strong within
she listens to dave
she holds back the rain pouring from her eyes
strong beyond her knowledge
she doesnt understand
it hurts i know, but your strong
stand high
look up
because all i can see is beauty and life
and the long hair you had with your innocence