She stood there,
Just stood there

Against the cold damp wall of the orphanage.

She just stood there,
Just stood there

As she watched the woman walk away.

Thumb in her mouth,
Rag doll in her hand

With lifeless blue eyes that stared out at nothing.

She’ll not know what is to become of her,
She’ll not know if she is to change the world,
Or to just be another face among the crowd.

She’ll not know whether significance will ever have any meaning to her.

She’ll never know.

I was born alone
There was no mother to love me
and no father too
I was held in cold hands of the nurse
and then they cut the only connection
that I had to my family

At that very moment I was forsaken
denied the right to love in this earth
all I will ever know is hate
I shouldn't have existed
shouldn't have wasted air
to my family I was born dead.

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