It's Always the Quiet Ones

By Lilith Gray

She always just sits there,

Her face so composed--

But it's always the quiet ones

And the world never knows.

We all pass her by

And see emptiness inside,

But we don't look far enough

To see the wonders she hides.

When she stares at you blankly

And says not a word,

Don't think that it means

She's not worth being heard.

She doesn't see the world

The same as we do.

Everything is different,

And everything is new.

Her life isn't special;

She's no hero or traveler,

But she hopes that someday

She'll find what she's after.

When the world lets her down,

She won't let it upset her.

Because she makes her own world

Where everything is better.

She spends all her time

In faraway places.

She dreams of pure joy

In free, wide-open spaces.

All she's ever wanted

Was to stop feeling pinned

And to fly up there

With the sky and the wind.

And she doesn't believe

That her dreams can come true,

So her mind's always leaving

This world known to you.

To a new world of magic,

Of adventure and love.

When she stands there in silence,

That's what she's thinking of.

She always just sits there,

Her face so composed--

But it's always the quiet ones

And the world never knows.