Her
And it broke my heart,
To see her suffering,
Her heart full of hope,
Her body failing
She was sickly,Her body weak
All she could think about,
How did she end up,
Here..
Stress, could be
A need for more, definitely
A roof over her head, sure
She was falling into an abyss
Her mind made
I was rooting for her,
She'd make it, she was sure,
Itd just that,
The grey hairs occupied her 24 self
And she was stressed beyond,
Beyond what she could hold
I am her,
U hope she makes it,
It's her I'm rooting for
S