What matters most,
during this,
her praying hours
are her pretty looks.
Tonight she must decide,
exactly who,
gets all her attention now.
Her choices are somewhat blind,
still, she can see perfectly fine.
She swears to be kind
giving while trying to please
as sensitive strangers surround her now.
The girl twists her long hair
nervously, she tries to laugh.
I swear I love her the most.
Tonight she’s in a mood
saying something about
the way we interfere in her life
she’d probably be better off
if we up and left her alone.
