Little Girl

I wake up, deep sorrow in my soul.

Not a site to see, nowhere to go.

Who is this young girl crying in my tears?

The one who's suffered all through the years.

She sings so sweetly and whispers so soft.

Her hair a mess that lay across the loft.

Her wounds are open and bleed with pain.

She looks down, hangs her head in shame.

For all this time, all this heartache remembered.

Each one of her body parts are all dismembered.

Is so much a blur and spec of light?

Or all dark and spun around inside?

Forever a long time to wait...

To sit here and choose her fate.