“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Behind Her Eyes
Why then beware of this young running girl,
You see out there every day?
Because that young girl has experienced life,
In a totally different way.
The lessons she’s learned and horrors she’s seen,
Have taught her things most people deny;
As they wander about in ignorant bliss,
Of what caused that look in her eye.
