My eyes, opened to see evil,

I am just within it’s reach,

One step away, I walk, tip-toed,

On the solid floor of life.

Whole, yes once I wonder,

What’s become of that girl,

With eyes open, and inspired,

Who used words like- hope and belief?

Who now terms life in

A negative balance of sorrow,

Of tolerance, whose feet now cracked,

Open and bleeding,

On the unstable floors of life.