She sits all alone,
on a small wooden chair.
Lost and confused,
wishing someone would care.
So many homes,
in just the last year.
Her little heart breaks,
as her eyes fill with tears.
All that she wants,
is a place to call home.
With someone to love her,
and parents of her own.
She doesn't mean to act up,
but she just gets so scared.
By the looks and the stares,
from the children she's paired.
She doesn't have any friends,
and she's to young for school.
Just a scared little girl,
on a small wooden stool...
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
She sits all alone,
on a small wooden chair.
Lost and confused,
wishing someone would care.
So many homes,
in just the last year.
Her little heart breaks,
as her eyes fill with tears.
All that she wants,
is a place to call home.
With someone to love her,
and parents of her own.
She doesn't mean to act up,
but she just gets so scared.
By the looks and the stares,
from the children she's paired.
She doesn't have any friends,
and she's to young for school.
Just a scared little girl,
on a small wooden stool...
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