| Blind She plays all alone in her tiny room. The curtains are pulled shut, The shadows are long, But she never sees that image so strong. Watching in her window, Through the curtains gloom, Her figure inside Her tiny room. He wishes he could touch her, And probably more. But his begging is so quiet, Through her locked door. She prays with her face turned up, Wishing she could see the moon, But the ceiling is black, In her tiny room. She doesn�t kick. She doesn�t scream, Just softly pushes him away, And in the darkness she whispers, �Let me go in my room and play.� By Rachel Werner Copyright 2002 |