Benefit Of The Doubt

I used to know a troubled girl,
So careless and naive.
She let endless people into her heart,
Never asking them to leave.

It didn't matter what they looked like,
Only what they said.
And it seemed as though her heart was gold,
Where mine was made of lead.

I tried to warn her of the danger,
How they'd hurt her through and through.
But she looked at me so surely,
And said she'd tell me something too.

Give the benefit of the doubt, she said,
Don't judge them at first glance.
You never know where you'll find love,
So give everyone a chance.

Now, I haven't seen her in several years,
And I hear she's got it all.
But she left me with an open heart,
Regaining strength after my fall.