Blinded to her own mistakes
She carries on as she has done before
Not yet knowing what lies ahead
Blind to the tragic times in store.
A victim to a simple pleasure
Numbed from the endless, ongoing pain
She thinks that everything will be all right
She thinks there will be no loss and all gain
She thinks she is bigger then her current disaster
She thinks she's responsible, safe, and clean
When I inform her of dangers lurking in the unknown
She says she does not know what I mean
Maybe she hasn't seen what I've seen
Maybe she honestly does not know
Maybe she will have to fall hard
To discover the troubles waiting below
Not an abuse in her own mind
Not a distraction from what needs to be done
No separation from her and her love
No reason to believe it is a battle not won
Day after day i try to make her see
The way of the Lord is the way she should go
She thinks that i worry, and that i do not understand
But I love her more then she will ever know
A poetically written story of
A poetically written story of a person who may be unwittingly lost soul, and the gentle guide attempting to offer his services for finding a way back before the apparently near wild cat's den is stumbled upon. If this guidance was indeed needed by your friend, I hope she came to embrace it.