Dust covered

Did you hear? That girl who feel right down deep?
Yea...she fell so fast and so hard that some are talking.
Trash and dirty words. Whispers behind those dust covered hands.
Wow look at here. Just sitting there like she can. In the midst of all that dirt. But she fell.
Down down down. There she sits at the bottom of the well...the abyss and yet she seems to shine.
They can't tell because they are wrapped in that shroud of distinct clouds. The ones that cause tornadoes in the air. She can't catch that wind now because her wings were traded in.
Now at the bottom she holds her hand out to the light. Touching it gently.
Hee hee... she giggles softly and to herself. They just look at her. On the sidewalk she carries her bag and walks in her own land. The dark swirls around her part and caress where she touches.
Those dust covered people laugh at her because there she is so simple minded and given in.
Yet she shines the brightest of them all and the only one to really fall.
If you touch her chest there you will feel the burn of scorn and distaste. But if you look into her eyes there you will see the simple light that stretches through that abyss.
Yes she fell into greatness. She fell because she wasn't afraid to be simple. To jump and let the darkness caress her and then overcome it.
Thats right that vacant smile means she is somewhere brighter from the dust colored hands.