I worry about a girl I never met

I worry about a girl I never met,

Like I were her mother.

I see her favourite dress

Torn to line the seat 

For someone who came to stay.

I see her 

Sitting on the steps of an escape staircase,

Bleeding.

A man laughing.

Women asking to take her rags 

For their pet dog.

I see her weeping without protest,

Holding on to her rags.

And I pray - 

That from desire, she'll come to know the true faces of love.

From indebtedness,

Worthiness is her own to choose.

From care,

The stillness of sacredly holding her heart.

Her love will flow from abundance.

She'll become her own mother,

Worrying about girls she's never met.