She

She was only young and fragile,
She didn't know the way,
And the truth was sharp and painful,
It was much too hard to say.

She didn't know the right roads,
She couldn't find her feet,
So when the child travelled,
She could never take the heat.

The world, it was too tainted,
Too harmful to the touch,
And even when she fought it,
It all still hurt too much.

She couldn't find her muse,
A way to help the pain,
Forever feeling helpless,
She stands back up again.