1A little child lies
Her face is covered in tears
She knows soon she will die
Her mother always taught her
Never give up hope
And without these thoughts racing in her mind
She could never cope
The icy rock she lays upon
Is too high to ever climb down
Her ankle is twisted and broken
She looks across and frowns
She has called out across the mashes
For a friend or stranger true
To pick her up and dust her down
And come to her rescue
But she knows now hope is fading
In her little tiny heart
She prays for all the people
But before she starts…
Here comes a walker
Who while travelling the hills
Spots a little darling child
All tired and cold and ill
His friendly face smile over hers
And asks her "want a hand?"
Slowly, she nods he lifts her up
As he starts down the mound
Her mother is in tears of grief
As she hears a knock at the door
She grips the cupboard on the side
As she walks across the floor
She opens it quite slowly
But still she hears the knocks
She stands upon a chair
To do those really high up locks
But as she finally opens the door
Her face splits in to a grin
Because there is her darling child
All cold and tired but smiling
So as the mum and daughter hug
We end this happy tale
Don't worry everything is all right
With the girl a live and well
So everyone remember
How ever bleak life seems
There is always a glimpse of hope
How ever small it gleams