A silent Child Mute to you but br loud are the intentions in which she silently tells, br This child is silent for she cannot find the words, br She scared of what might come out, br If given the chance. br br She needs but Crimson to tell the words she cannot, br She needs a friend, in whom can hear her silent whispers br She needs someone who can see her heart, br and not just the frame. br br she needs love, where others play there games, br I'm her friend, the one she can count on, br the one that will always be there, br I'll read her a story, that tells of truth, br A story where hurt and words, cannot combine, br Im her friend, and she is mine.