Poor little girl.
There you walk in the rain all by yourself.
You want to go home.
But home doesn't feels like home anymore.
Your parents always argue and fight.
You don't want all that anymore.
You are walking away from home.
All alone, walking in the rain.
You are just walking away from your problems.
Rain is falling on your face.
If you look good you can see that it's not only rain.
You're crying, tears falling down.
I wish I could help you.
I walk to you and I give you a hug.
My arms tightly around you.
You lose control and a waterfall of tears is coming down.
I don't let go.
I will stay with you.
You are save with me poor little girl.