There she sits
A little girl in white,
A daisy in her hand
A smile on her face

Not a care in the world
But the shadow across her face,
Yet no one sees her
She's far too small

The path she walks on
It's make of bone,
She drops the daisy
And it withers to ashes,

Out in the field
She finds a man,
One that has fallen
Due to a ball of iron in his side

The little girl kneels,
Placing a hand on the wound
The man looks up
To see the pretty little face

"Come home daddy,"
The small lips whisper
A tear escapes the grown man's eye
For one thing is certain

He'll never see his little girl again.