A heard a little girl,
Crying out "Please stop this world from trying! to hurt my very soul!"
I asked myself how?
She knew the very second,
Just how far she'd come,
To living in a dream,
To sitting in the sun,
I asked her hey darling,
I heard your pain was real?
She said she wasn't lonely, that he only wants to feel,
You see my favored crowd,
I tell you all this so,
This gentle little girl,
Can continue to live and grow,
Away from all the pain,
Of demonstrated strain,
On lives so new and fresh,
There cannot be a name,
So please don't hurt my children,
Calls God from above,
They are the ones,
Who make my life fulfilled