There was a little girl,
I knew so long ago;
What happened to this child,
I truly did not know.
~
I felt so badly for her,
as I watched her in her room;
She never laughed or smiled,
inside her small cocoon.
~
She simply sat there gazing,
had she ever been defiled;
I wondered as she sat there,
so timid and so mild.
~
She was a mini-me,
of this I knew for sure;
For she behaved like me,
after being made impure.
~
I turned my head away,
I couldn't watch no more;
I said a small prayer for her,
this little one of four.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
There was a little girl,
I knew so long ago;
What happened to this child,
I truly did not know.
~
I felt so badly for her,
as I watched her in her room;
She never laughed or smiled,
inside her small cocoon.
~
She simply sat there gazing,
had she ever been defiled;
I wondered as she sat there,
so timid and so mild.
~
She was a mini-me,
of this I knew for sure;
For she behaved like me,
after being made impure.
~
I turned my head away,
I couldn't watch no more;
I said a small prayer for her,
this little one of four.