Her ears that listens to you hidden story,
her smile that calms your colored storm,
her eyes that look at you with curiosity ,
her arms that are rapped around you like a blanket that protects you from the cold.
She listens to us when we need help but we don't do the same for her.
She screams help but we calm her down,
she screams help but we deny it,
she screams help but we ignore her.
And she will scream her last help and we won't do anything but
when she will be gone we will be ashamed that we didn't listen to her,
that we never listened to her.
