Look:
Across the stone-cold floor
She drags her feet quite heavily so
Outside her life's as though a bore,
It'd be nice if she could just say no.
Listen:
Wails of pain her heart would scream,
With bloody tears if they do exist,
While composed her walk may seem,
To be there, she wanted the least.
Prithee,
Look!
Listen!
Her mouth might not dare speak
The desperate cries of her heart,
But
Look!
Listen!
By her actions she's at peak,
To save her mayhaps, thou art!