Ageless and Innocent

She cried tonight
the little girl who sees.
Trapped behind the eyes
helpless and caged.
Bloodshot and red
she cried to me, 'Why?'

I could only stare back in response.
I had no answer.
I don't know either.
I'm the one who has to dry the tears.
I'm alone to try to explain disappointment and heartache and fear.

She lives in bliss today,
in confusion when bliss disappears.
I'm her friend,
she's my refuge.
Sometimes we'll still color and whisper old songs
as she shares her bliss with me.

She plays in the background.
I live in the world.
We meet in the mirror and confront
the harshness of the elements on my side
immortal innocence on hers.

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