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Down the street from where I grew,
Across the barren Potter’s Field,
And at the foot of Devil’s Heel
Lived a girl that I once knew.
Her eyes were blue; her hair was brown.
She had a crooked, little grin.
And if you asked her how she’d been,
You could feel the anguish in the sound.

I only wish I’d made the time
To look beyond her eyes.

And now at times when it grows dark,
I take a walk to where she lay.
I think about those younger days,
How I always saw her in the park.
It brings a smile to my face,
And it draws a tear down from my eye
To think of all the time gone by,
And how she braved the world with grace.

I only wish I’d made the time
To look beyond her eyes.

And as I reflected upon those years,
I cried out loud in anger as I finally faced my fears.
And I could feel the pain of every moment that she knew
That the last time would come soon.

She never really had a chance.
Her lonely nights her only friend.
I try not to think about the end,
That final, desperate moonlit dance.
She had to suffer for so long
And no one really ever knew.
I never thought about what I’d do
To help that girl, right those wrongs.

Her memory stains my life.
I can’t help but question why
I never thought to make the time
To look beyond her eyes.