Gazing straight at me.
Discerning my truth and lies.
As if my soul she can see.
A tiny blank face,
Resting calmly on her palm
Seemingly deaf to the mad race
And to every wordly charm
The lips, they are sealed
Yet they evoke a thousand echoes
As if there are wounds to be healed
As if the world around has a thousand foes
She waits, for you to help her cope.
Muted expectations beaming in her innocence,
Between a smile and a tear you seem to be her only fence