Hey, little girl, there's a problem brewing
You sit in your garden, your anger stewing
Life isn't fair; it's pathetic and wrong
But keep your head high, and try to stay strong
It won't get easier, I'm afraid
This life of lies, and masquerade
One problem is gone, another appears
No one but you can **** your fears
When the sun sets you close your eyes
Frightened of your inevitable demise
Nothing can comfort but your candle light
You are only safe in the arms of your knight
It hasn't rained for weeks and weeks
Tears fall down from eyes to cheeks
Your garden is dying
Its leaves are drying
Under a tree when the moon is not out
The world hears your dying shout