My friend

The invisible girl with her golden hair,
she hides her pains behind her smile,
she endures her suffering without complaint
unseen, unheard she quickly passes

inside her fire is extinguished,
as the cold touches her lonely heart,
her beauty is still pure and unblemished,
yet there is no one who can see,

cry you poor untainted soul,
for the injustice being done
even if the faint call is not heard,
those tears will not be shed in vain

Just remember there are those who see,
beyond what is hidden in the clouds,
and when they break down your shield,
they lay bare all your hidden hurts

they touch them with their healing hands
so rejoice you beautiful lonely girl
cause we can see your golden hair,
as its shines in the light of the sun