She was a fragile little girl,
Dreams of wondering the world.
A pretty smile to which she sees,
Such loving voice to those she plea.

As sorrows came and all joy goes,
She became pale and white as snow.
"What a beautiful ring," her dad would say,
Knowing he's giving his daughter away.

Trapped indoors, a woman to be.
With no hope of joy, who can she be?
Once a smile but know often pain.
Will she ever in life be free again.

Her life is now torn apart and forever bent,
Like trees that sway with no balance and strength.
Her heart will speak to which she seeks.
But who will answer to a poor child's plea.