She glides from day to day
In a superficial way
Not caring for the problems
Which bring others to the ground.
She may not like to shop
She may not like to gossip
She may not look like others
And she may not follow fashions.
But can you still see through her
Does she have a soul?
Does she ever speak her mind
Or does she keep it to herself?
Beneath her clear exterior
Is there an individual?
And if you cleared away the dusty streaks
Would a different person shine?
Clear away those dusty streaks
And let her face shine through
Beneath her superficial grin
There's a person like me and you.
Sarah Howe
Here we go, Here we go, Here we go!!
