Wilted Rose

Broken Fingers
Broken Toys
A Broken girl with shattered joy
She hid away as secrets flew
She hid beneath a darkened truth
I see her pass the hallways, scared
Those big blue eyes, that long blonde hair
Her lashes blink, her soul does stare
Into space while gossip flares
When night creeps in, then whispers fly
She's looked at where the pills do lie
And now as sin is breaking through
Ripping at her skin, unglued
She feels as though a war's been lost
She's emptied and denied her cost
Wilted Rose, your mask is frail
But so much lies beyond your wail
He is here, He'll watch you die
And then He'll bring you forth to Life

So sometimes when myself, I see
A trace of me within her grief
I start to muster prayers of aid
That maybe I will one day change
I'm sorry, mask, I've used you so
But please don't let me see you go
To where I'm not yet free to be
Within His arms, beyond my Grief.