Little girl holding her mother’s hand,
Together they watch the clouds go past.
Young and free without her life planned,
Yet still within her mother’s grasp.
Little girl smiles and her soul sings.
An atmosphere of love that lingers.
A pure soul of youth she brings.
Yet her innocence slips between their fingers.
Little girl grows as the years go by.
Her spirit cries from the pain of her bleeding heart.
The loss of her mother standing by her side,
But they shared nothing in common which kept them apart.
Little girl isn’t little anymore,
Has learned to cope with being alone.
Still tries to remember the times before.
Her truth forced her to leave home.