"Wayworn Traveler" words and music by Kim Townsend
© 2001 (ASCAP)
On her first day of second grade
there were stitches in her battered face
but she lit up when she met me
and soon had found her place
And since this child was in my classroom
I saw bruises every day
yet she would smile
just to be with me awhile
There were lots of kids to tend to
and such little time to give
and so her secret went unspoken
and, too, her fight to live
Sometimes she’d wait ‘til after school
‘til I’d switched off lights and gathered up my keys
I’d turn around to leave glimpse her tears fall on her sleeve
hoping maybe I’d believe
Ohhh hh hh
I told myself I’d help her
when her wounds had healed and scars would fade
it’s my job to make a difference
to every child every day
But there’s no need to bother now
I might have even saved her had I tried
I guess her battle’s over now
‘cause this morning Avery died
Ohhh hh hh