Little Girl

There’s a little girl with a smile on her face,
She’s dressed in pink, all pretty in lace,
Her heart is pure and protected by innocence,
With a body that possesses features immense.

But as I watch such a beautiful child,
My heart skips and thoughts go wild,
Her inward beauty will never last,
The world will bring her a regretful past.

Staring into her eyes, I see my reflection,
I see the change; her loss of perfection,
I know the exact way she wants to flee,
To escape the coming trails as it happened to me