Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Little Girl


I will cry for the little boy
Who can't be seen
I will cry for the little boy 
He's just like me
I pray at night just hoping one day
He'll see me like I see him
One glorious day
I want to love and be loved
To hold and be held
I want to cry with the little boy
I'm a little girl
A little girl who's lost her way
A little girl who can't get it right
A little girl who's ready to take flight
She had a home
All she feels is empty inside
Maybe she needs someone by her side
To soften her heart made of stone
It was once glass, shiny, fragile and iridescent 
Now the little girl plays games
Because that's all she knows
That's all she's ever left with

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