Girl With a Pretty Bow

A little girl in the window,

And in her hair a little bow.

Sitting there she thinks of

Everything and of love.

 

She wonders to herself "will it ever be,

Will I find the one for me?"

With all the troubles in her mind,

She just wanted someone to be kind.

 

She used to cry alone in the rain

Until a boy came along and now keeps her sane.

Never again will she slit her wrists,

Or always have hard and ready fists.

 

So to this boy she owes her life.

He saved her from a poisoned knife.