Left behind in her hour of need,
people shoving past in their greed.
Still she has hope,
and clings to it like a rope.
She see's all the false grins,
and all of their horrible sins.
Still she spots the love,
as rare as a pure white dove.
She is but the age of five,
and its a miracle she's still alive.
Abandoned by her parents at the age of three,
she learned to find what most cannot see.
She feels horrible pain,
as she sleeps in the rain.
No one even offers her a bed,
for fear they'll find themselves dead.
Five years old,
with no one to hold.
She stiffens her upper lip,
and avoids Death's cold grip.
Though now it's winter,
and her hope is splintered.
As she lays down one last time,
The Little Angel whispers "Father forgive them of their crime."
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