I saw her

She was pretty

But she was high!

I wondered if it was the drug

or her beauty that had her so elated and free

Who wrote on her soul

the way that she should be or

did she believe the lie

that all would fade

with a sniff or a puff

gone are her Glory Days

When she used to smile and light up a room

now she just sits and stares in wonderless doom

How to be that girl again, that sparkle, that light

Hear us calling you sister, stand up and fight!