There she stands, all alone
A little girl without a home
Her eyes are wet, the tears are fresh
Her clothes are torn as is her flesh
She searches for love, but none is found
She tries to yell, but makes no sound
Her body is sore, her muscles aching
She's only five and her heart is breaking
She feels so weak, but still she stands
She wipes her eyes with dirty hands
The tears keep falling, though she knows not why
She cannot stop them, she has to cry
Trapped in this darkness, she sees no way out
She tries once more, but fails to shout
Then a glimmer of hope in her time of need
A figure appears, and at once she is freed
She looks up at her hero, stares into his face
Who would've thought she could escape this place?
There she stands, no longer alone
A little girl who has found her home.
©SRM '08