There was a kindness in her eyes and smile.
That felt quite insincere.
I didn’t care or give a damn.
My intentions were made clear.
She sure was someone’s sister.
And in the spotlight of that fame.
She seemed to be in a giving mood.
So I took and felt the shame.
There was danger in the darkness.
Not so much at light of day.
There was no silence and those footsteps.
And I watched her walk away.