I first saw the girl as she sat alone

She looked sad and depressed with her head down

Escaping from her throat was a low grown

Her lips were turned down into a long frown

She dressed in a drab colored gray sweater

Her head hung so low I feared she might fall

I knew I could not make her feel better

Unless I stepped up and answered the call

I went over and asked her, "What is wrong?"

She looked up at me and replied, "Nothing"

I decided to start singing a song

She looked up at me and started to sing

Her lips began to turn into a smile

We began to become friends in a while