Written by: Phil Webster
The saddness in her eyes,
was a plain and simple truth.
The years had come and thrown her down,
and robbed her of a youth,
that should have rang with joy
should have sang with glee.
Instead, her life was painful,
anything but happy...
Pity makes its mark on me,
a tear rolls down my cheek.
How could one be so strong,
yet be counted amung the weak?
Looking at her weary face,
I watch troubled thoughts arise.
But it's at this moment that I see,
the same thing in my eyes.