Pretty, young lady sat quiet.
Innocent in white, with a small smile.
The world views her as happy,
But inside her life is shaking.
Tumbling and falling apart in so many ways.
Things as she knew it, are no longer.

Days go by and nights get longer.
Ears now only hear sounds of quiet.
Silence changes things in every way.
The mouths she sees smile,
They hold full conversations, moving and shaking.
Words they say do not make her happy.

That’s her wish, to actually be happy.
She doesn’t want to wait any longer.
Tired of trying to sleep, lying awake, shaking.
It hurts the most when it’s quiet.
Memories of better times make her smile,
in the dark. Back in the old days with in her old way.

Why couldn’t things have stayed that way?
Back when she was happy.
Days where she’d lay there with a big smile.
Not praying, that everything wasn’t so damn quiet!
And that her body would finally stop shaking.

Flash backs of the first time she started shaking
came to her in the night. How, why, all the ways
it began. When she started residing in the quiet.
The day this problem stole her happy,
made every task in life became longer.
Now speaking only came across as a simple smile.

All the loved ones would help with a smile.
They’ll hold her gently when she’s shaking.
Worried that she won’t last much longer.
If she goes, oh how they’ll be affected in so many ways!
It’ll take so long for them to become happy,
Because now they’ll be the ones in the quiet.

When she could only be quiet, it became harder to smile.
The constant shaking robbed her happy.
Her new ways, made every minute last so much longer.