Pink Umbrella Girl

The pink umbrella girl 

What's her story?

The one who walks with her

Is her glory

Holding those tiny fingers

He sleeps feeling safer

In her tiny cold arms

She keeps him warm

Don't have anyone else

In this cruel world

They're each other's rocks

For every tidal wave

Life has been cruel to them

Thrown out of the nest before time

Falling down to the depths

No one to heed their call

See them everyday 

Between red, yellow and green 

Making their daily each day

Happily as one team

Time has made them grow old quicker

Faster than the norm

Time has taught them to hold tighter

When harsh winds threaten their form

After a long day I see the girl

Pink umbrella in her hand

Holding it for the little one

While she feels the rain