I have no more tears, please just let me be,
For your not the one who will set me free.
Life is demeaning; I don’t see the light,
For you have no torch that can shine that bright.
I want you to pass and go on your way,
Know not to stare, take your weight and don’t stay.
My voice, has no voice, who should I now blame,
I’m down on my knees but whom will I shame.
Me? A little girl! Of just nine years old,
I’m hungry, alone, it’s dark and I’m cold.
I dare not move, a statue I will lay,
My eyes I close tight, my voice I now pray.
Who do I shame, this man spills like larva,
My dignity I keep from you father.