• I saw her face
    All torn and wrecked
    Like a blown up battleship
    Her hair was ragged
    A poorly mad bird's nest
    And her clothes weren't clothes
    But rags
    Old kitchen rags

    When she came to me
    I felt guilt
    For she had nothing
    To be proud of

    But when she spoke
    Her voice sang out
    Like a beautiful melody
    Her smile was genuine
    Flying like an angel

    Then I knew
    I was always wrong
    She wasn't garbage
    She was true happiness
    Happiness within