Little Girl

Little girl wandering, alone in the night
Her quivering lips and eyes show her fright
Followed by dread, the them and the its
Lost in the shadows, quiet she sits

Eyes growing wider as the thing draws near
Her heart growing tighter with anguish and fear
What is this thing that creeps in the dark
Using this child, and leaving its mark

Born with a soul of purist white snow
This little child lives with a pain you cant know
Tortured by things unseen by your eye
All you can do is whisper "don't cry".