I know this girl,

Down the street,

We didn’t talk much.

But I could tell,

She was the type,

Who had the words,

We needed to hear.

If she spoke,

She would’ve said,

Ignorance is the best,

Bliss there is.

Silence is the key,

To knowing,

The secrets of the,


She’d tell me,

If we watched the,

World then we’d learn,

More about ourselves.

She’d say,

That death is not,

Bad as long as it is,

Not a path taken,

Out of despair.

She’d say,

That she’s seen,

Hope shining,

In the darkest of days.

And she’d ask me,

What do you say?