Her hair blows in the restless wind
As she covers up her bloody hands
She plays a certain part
Afraid the truth will come undone
And how she can brutally break a heart
Love is an understated word
A belief that she lives by
Because she cannot see her own worth
Tears come instantly as I stare at her
She knows I see all her faults
And wonders how I can still love her
If she only knew that I understand
Maybe she'd come burrow under my wings
And begin to wash her bloody hands