Little girl

by Brittany0769   Dec 23, 2004


For this little girl is dead,
no more time to mend,
mend her little broken heart,
there's no time to lend,
lend a helping hand, a caring heart,
she will never know, for you see she was always low,
low on happiness,friends, but most of all people who cared,
see she was the one who had to bare, bare it all just for someone to love,
she never got this chance,
all because of the people around her,
never really cared, no one ever even shared, this one wish could have saved her life, instead she died in strife.

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