Question To a Child

So, what do you have to tell me, Oh little girl, my little girl? Oh what do you have to tell me that brings wholeness to our world? ~~~ I was not born all filled with fear, I was not born for hate I did not arrive upon this world too early or too late ~~~ Oh, little girl, you need not cry, Your sadness is from years gone by Take heart, my sweet and gentle one at last our freedom has begun For you’re still here, you did not die I am you and you are I