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A little girl weeps Her soft, gentile tears fall Gingerly to the ground below Surrounded by friends Overwhelmed with kin Yet she weeps alone For there is no one there To wipe her swollen eyes Pick up her heart�s pieces Shattered by cruel words Spoken so many times against her As she reflects upon her life She wonders why her Why now Why them For this little girl is innocent She has done no wrong All she wants is love Is that all too much? And still she tries To lift herself from the ground And still she cries Because no one is around She is still the poor little girl Left crying on that swing God bless that little girl with strength For that little girl... IS ME |