Little school girl standing in the corner,

And shes all by herself,

Cold and staring into the playground,

Children dancing around in mockery in their groups,

Staring, whispering,

At the lonesome girl by herself.

Shes too shy, shes too shy to make new friends,

So there she stands in the corner,

Silence is her only companion here.

But wait there plays a little boy sitting on the swings,

No other kids around him,

Oh what chance for some new friend,

For memories and laughter!

She tiptoes, careful.

Queit. Shy. Hopeful.

Sweetly an invite comes about.

And alas! A new friend is made!

And they are both joyous,

The memories, the laughter,

Is this what love is?

The butterflies, the creeping blush.

Oh how sweet love is.

And for one moment the girl spotted an apple tree far in the distance.

Eager to share fruit with her new friend she tells him to wait.

Stay and wait for her.

Please.

And like a gazelle, swiftly to the apple tree she leapt along with her heart.

And she took the red apples, how juicy and tempting they looked.

And she turned. And she returned.

And there stood her friend surrounded by other kids.

And so it was.

Little school girl standing in the corner,

And shes all by herself,

Cold and staring into the playground,

Children dancing around in mockery in their groups,

Staring, whispering,

At the lonesome girl by herself.