The Girl That Sits

The girl that sits on the drystone wall,
Tears a-falling, hunched and small.
She doesn't know you're there,
To her you're just another nosy stare.

The girl that hides behind a door,
Hesitant, lost and somehow unsure.
She doesn't want to see the world outside,
She doesn't want to tell them that she lied.

She's just a girl that sits on her own,
From her lips escapes a tiny moan.
She never wants to go and face her fears,
Just wants to drown them in her silver tears.

The End

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