She peers out of broken glass
Smeared with all that’s crude and crass
The glass is like her life
It cuts her with its knife
She is old and broken
Her pain pools unspoken
No way to escape
This endless rape
She peers out with shattered eyes
Heavy with tears she never cries
The tears are like the curtain of beads
Strung and hanging useless weeds
Tacky and in the way
Like the thought that she should pray
If God did care
She should see Him somewhere
Won’t He send someone
To undo what is done?
Does no one know
That she is here down below?