A small girl in a big world, sorry as sorry can be.
Hair too thin, stupid, grin, and bruises on her knees.
She stumbles through each crowded street,
Barefoot dreams an scuffed-up feet.

Her voice is soft, her eyes unsure,
A heart too kind, a world too blurred.
She says she’s sorry just for space,
For taking up the smallest place.

Wishing she could jut belong,
But feeling every step is wrong.
Her shadow, long, her presence, slight,
She fades into the endless night.

But in her chest, a spark still burns,
A hidden strength with time to learn.
Though she’s small, the world is wide,
She’ll find her way, she’ll turn the tide.