In my friend's eyes I can see stars
of pain masked by going to bars.
She used to write music and sing
songs to crushes that owed her rings.
Now, cries driving home in her car.
She never lets herself get far
from two homes, surrendered to dark
prayers— to a God that isn't King
in my friend's eyes.
Therapy to heal trauma's scars
sometimes replaced by smoked cigars,
slowly finding the joy life brings—
God's taking her under his wings!
Days too hard, unaware we are
in my friend's eyes.
