• Nestled soft from earthly cares
    Placed up high and unaware
    Far from fear and sorrow and pain
    Never looking through the rain
    Placed into a world unknown
    Filled with people scarred and bruised
    Gentle as the newest flower
    Delicate as a passing hour
    Fragile glasslike graceful pure
    She is not of my world or yours
    Drifting throgh the lives of people
    Lending with her grace so simple
    Offering a hand to those
    Lost within their pain and woes