The lil� girl is gone.
I caked on make-up to cover her face up.
I walked tall because she was bite-sized.
I showed secrets that I knew she wouldn�t have,
I ain�t cry because she did enough of that.
She was a good girl: being considerate to people�s feelings,
Respectful to adults, not being judge-mental to strangers,
And helpful to the needy.
But she gone now.
I�m hear now with a heart
Made of bricks that a bull dozer couldn�t knock down
From being used by loved ones,
Adored my foes, but worst of all,
From being deserted by �friends,�
People who she trusted and had thought she knew.
But I�m here now.
I came to let the lil� girl go�to rescue her.
She had been walked on for far too long,
And had the footprints carved in her like
In loving memory on a grave.
She didn�t have to suffer anymore by hiding
In the folds of her smiles by day
And the seam of her blanket by night.
She would never resurface again
As long as I was here,
Because as far as I knew, she was dead.
