Can you?

Can you hear her cries?

Can you see the tears in her eyes?

Can you lead her away from her fear,

the things that have been done to her all these years?

She keeps quiet,

you'll never see her pout,

you'd never believe she screams at night,

because you've never seen her pout.

But when you see her now,

you'll never see her tears she cried,

or the pout she always wore,

because today is the day she went away,

to a place were she hurt no more.