asking her will do no good,
for she will not know what to say,
she does not want to die...
no what she wants can never come to be,
she wants to have never been born.
her tears fall unheeded
and no one sees the pain
the pain is more than her
broken soul can bear.
what a sad little vision is she,
a child whom has never known love.
she knows what she’s missing,
but doesn’t know how to find it.
a broken child, innocence lost...
an injured soul whose cries go unheard.