A little girl in tattered rags
hiding out in hallowed silence
somewhere dark and cold with a bitter smell
broken from the violence
eyes as blue as sunny skies
skin as pale as bone
reaching with her finger tips
for someone to call her own
dirty, blond hair
tangled and unkept
they could never imagine
how long she has wept
emptied by her tears
quickly, falling, crystal clear
leaving their trace upon her beautiful face
sounding pleas they cannot hear
she's on her knees
begging her mind to be still
hugging herself cuz no one else will
a dagger of lonely
pierces her heart
thrust by a boy
who would tear her apart
soiled by the past
a ghost to the present
reflected in her eyes
a silver moon crescent
