A little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand Suddenly, a shadow of a little boy falls across her hand His awkward smile endears him to her His gentle words weld together Until they draw in the sand, side by side Laughing and smiling with care and with pride
But the girl is still lonely, the girl is still lost The price of her heart comes with a cost A single confession, on a white screen Such a thing she could never have foreseen
The little girl tells a tale of sadness and woe The little boy sits and listens to her lowest low And then he has his own tale to tell Of how an angel almost fell
A not-so-little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand Next to a not-so-little boy, with a quivering hand The hand she takes and folds into her own At last, she knows, she is not alone