The Little Girl

The neglect of the little girl,
The sadness if the little girl,
Nobody cares when the little girl cries, right?
So the little girl crues,
With the tears from her eyes..
The little girl cries with the tears from her eyes...
Then she dies...
Then..... Then....
She dies...
The little girl could've been ok,
Could've been alright,
But you didn't believe her pain,
Didn't believe her fight.
Now, that cry you wish you hears,
For you know her life was well deserved.
Just a little girl,
Who didn't know her way,
With a little too much
On her little tray.
That neglect of that little girl,
That sadness of that little girl,
But nobody cared when that little girl cried...

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