Broken child

Meet this broken child,
wishing her life away.
How could she be broken?
you hear the people say.

The child who is broken had a heart of solid gold.
But someone took a mallet and beat it hard and cold.

You'll see her in the park sitting on the swings alone.
Wishing silently that she has some one to call her own.

Everyone who walked into her life,
walked straight back out again.
knowing they have to face a challenge and save her from the rain.

Her life contains only stormy weather,
in the rain you can't see her tears.
she doesn't live amongst the fairies.
More amongst her hopes and fears.

Living in the rain seems more appropriate to her.
why she wears long sleeves a lot, to her is all a blur.

she sits at home with knives and blades and hurts herself so much.
her arm is stinging if you hold it or even from a single touch.

No one knows why she's like this and no one understands.
But there's someone out there waiting for her.
and they want to take her hand.

If only the broken child could see just who they were -
and let the person help them,
let them give their heart to her.