Little Girl

Written by: Hedwig Margaretta

Little girl, 
I see you playing in the garden called sufferings
Where the grass never supposed to be green
And the flowers, unaesthetic to be seen
Sun never comes to get you warm
Dark always comes to make you cry
How poor you are to be left in the place no peace
I wish I could be somebody to catch your tears

Little girl, 
I hope someday you'll find the street called felicity
Where you can build a house on cheer
So you can sleep without feeling afraid to dream
Sun always comes to bring you smile
Dark never comes but in the night
You must be glad living in the place no fear
I wish I could be somebody to make it real