In the middle of the night
a little girl prayed and prayed to anyone who possibly could help...
Please, please save my grandmother
I know old people die
but she is not that old jet
please, please if there is a god
can't you, just save her?
Give her power and give her strength to fight the cancer
Why should my grandmother die?
she was good
she was brave and strong
She believed in you, whoever is up there
she helped so many people
and now...
Please if there is anyone up there,
gods or god, whoever may be
please cross your hand over your hart
and help her
i don't wane loose her too
please...
But no one listened, no one helped
even the wise doctors were to late
she died in the middle of the night
she gave up the fight, tired of trying
and blow her last bit of air
The little girls parents get the call...
the tears run but the little girl doesn't cry
she is mad, she is angry
how could they bail on her?!
the little girl lost her fate in the gods or god or whoever is up there..
and starts to cry...
