I need a way

I found her on her knees,
scavenging the ground,
searching for something she couldn't admit.

She was following the path they told her to,
the path that was to lead her home.
Still,
she felt lost,
until I found her.

Her eyes were a shade of light brown I wasn't familiar with
and they were pure all the way around.
So, when she looked up to me,
I found it shocking that first time,
and I have every time since.

She didn't hesitate to take my hand
and when she did I felt a grip that I knew was certain.
I felt she would never let it go.

I told her I was pleased to meet her
and I would be even more pleased to help her anyway I could.

She said only,
"I need a way."

At the time I wasn't sure what she meant
but I knew it was more than a need,
it was a wish.