Iriliae

A beaten, stuffed toy in her arms From when she was a little girl Blood trickles down her face How cruel is this world? They tell her she's a lost soul They say she's gonna burn They say they'll never trust her They say she'll never learn She whispers in the toy's ear, "You're the only one who's ever known" Save for a boy with blue-gray eyes Her beacon in the storm Blue-grey orbs just like her daddy's Funny how these don't cause her fear She holds her breath, closes her eyes, & whispers, "One more year."