Little Girl,
Why do you sit alone in the park and cry?
While kites fight above your head for space to fly.
I sit here crying and alone,
for I have no place to call my home.

Little Girl,
Why do you sit in the park with your head hung low?
While the leaves sing in the breeze that blows.
I sit here with my head hung low,
for I have no other place to go.

Little Girl,
Why do you sit in the park so solemn and still
While the birds and bees frolic at will.
I sit here so solemn and still
for I have no courage and have lost my will.

Little Girl,
All alone where has your family gone?
They flew away in the breeze, like the kites.
My wings were broken so I couldn’t take flight.
I sit her now quiet and still,
just waiting for my wings to heals!

previously published privately on Facebook

written by: Martha J. Black