The Quiet Girl

You see her,
But you can't hear her.

At the back of the room,
At the end of the hall.

She doesn't speak.
She can't even feel.

She is too young to know,
But sometimes she dreams of becoming the hero.

She don't know were to turn.
Maybe to a tavern,
To strike some concern.

She's so numb,
Just like a photograph album.

She's feeling speechless,
Shes feeling nothing.

She can't see the strings,
that keep her safe.