I wrote this in 2004 for a friend but since I’m in a writing mood, I’ve moved it to this blog.

Sitting by herself
Transformed by the ways of the lies
Red drying
She can’t find
Translucent hands guiding her eyes
She fades
Her tender heart
Corrupted by scales of hate
Help me break the chains
Help me help her through
Help her follow You
God please turn her face to view
Mountains of green
Miles of blue
Chasms of white
Hearts, arms, ears, eyes open
Ready to fight
For her love, her joy, her smile,
Her pain, her tears, her loss,
Her gain.