the impression of being crippled by the coldness of their gaze
the innocence of her gestures
their words become a blaze
athousand tears like crystals left her brown doeish eyes
athousand comments so harsh and brute
smuthered her desparate crys
and out the door she ran to hide
to give up on caring
living terrified
her mothers words ran through her mind
from the night before
her voice so gentle, and so kind
left an everlasting impression like many more
i brung you here to see you rise above hurdles you may face
so stand tall with all your grace
because my dear your are a tower
claire you are my neon flower
