A Young her

This little girl lying on the floor.

In her arms she holds her world.

Next to her lies the broken dreams,

Picture frame with no pictures,

A doll with no soul, A nicely drawn picture

where she is standing all alone.

words are written they spells my name.

I wipe her eyes, and kiss her cheek,

I hold her tightly, I say I'll never let go,

Now she won't be alone, She doesn't

have to stand or play by herself,

No longer will she be left in dark

to cry herself to sleep.

After she closes her eyes and wonders

into her dreams, I'll cry for her,

like she cried for me.