For The Girl Who’s Been In Hell
Now the kindly farmer ponders
On the girl who’s been in hell.
With loving heart he wonders
How best to bring her back to well
Still then her friend the farmer
Thinks on her – poor damaged thing.
With warm heart, strives to calm her;
By love to mend her broken wing
He upon reflection sees
Her past curtails her future;
Old ghosts are her enemies,
But eyes-front the way is sure.
What better then than that she
Jump once more and touch the sky,
Laugh again as merrily
As once she did in time gone by.