¤..That Little Girl..¤
That little girl
Not knowing the world,
not knowing pain.
As sweet as champagne.
Only knowing love and happiness,
not knowing any problems or stress.
That little girl
So happy and shy..
So not knowing life..
Not knowing how to survive.
That little girl
Is now surviving on her own,
the real world is not anymore unknown.
That little girl
Has now grown up.
Not as sweet anymore,
like a wolve’s pup.
Her life is now a living war,
but the bullets aren't made from lead
the bullets are made from real heartache.
But still,
that little grown up girl...isn't fake.
That little girl
Sees the goodness in life now,
and she’s ready to allow,
people helping her trough pain and misery.
She feels finally free.
That little girl
Is now a colourful butterfly,
that floats high beneath the sky..
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