Birds in Urban Trees
When people see her in the street
On her way to work or the market place,
They see the sway of her dress
And the beauty of her face;
Such a wonderful woman they suppose
Without seeing her soul
Hidden from the world,
Without glancing the secret sadness she conceals.
Sometimes there is laughter at the bar,
Loud conversations at cafes,
Non-serious moments of seemingly joyfulness
Surrounding herself with friends,
But those friends fail to notice
The tears that linger within.
I’m not really better than the rest,
My imagination sees her singing in the moonlight
And wrapped in the embrace of a handsome man,
But somehow I know she is hurting
And I just want to walk her home
And pray with all the birds in urban trees
To keep her safe and make her happy.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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