Her eyes are like a shadow.
So dark and mysterious,
No matter what,
They see something bad happening.
The homeless man in the corner,
Begging for some money
The abused child,
Hiding behind the house,
The bullied boy,
Eating alone in the cafeteria.
They follow what they see,
And try to make things better,
Hoping that one day,
Her eyes will be in God’s shadow.
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