Little Star.

I see a girl, hiding on the floor
I see an innocent look in her eyes
Her eyes that are looking at a closed door

I walk over calmly and smile
As if this was something you’d see everyday
She watches me intensely all the while

I ask her what’s she’s doing on the ground
I can tell she’s scared and won’t answer at first
So I sit down beside her and she looks around

She begins to whisper making little sound
Still looking as if she’s hiding
Waiting for something to pound

“I don’t want to stain mummy’s carpet”
“Why would you stain it?”
She looks down and says “No reason”
I try a different question ‘cause I know she won’t admit
“Why are you sitting here, why not over there on the wall?”
“Because this is where I belong, with the dirt,
My own kind, I need to hide, in my place”
I can see the pain in her eyes, all this hurt.

She truly believes she’s dirt, this is what they have done to her
A little girl, broken to the core, because they closed the door
Because hurting her is what they prefer

They like this more than love
Than giving her a simple home and care
This she was forever deprived of

I look upon her arms, her stomach, her body, I see the crimson
And see what she meant, even when she had been hit for the last time
She still doesn’t want to stain the carpet of the ones who done

I can’t help her, I wish I could, but she’s faded too far
I can’t catch that little angel at all
I wish I could but I can’t stop this falling star