A child alone in the dark weeping in fear
Her poor big blue eyes filled with tears of terror
And her pouty lips puffed out with her chin trembling
Allowing the crystal clear tears to stroll down her pale gentle cheeks
She has been seen cuddled into the corner of her room
Holding her bruised knees to her chest
Her little pink Easter dress torn and spotted with red red blood
Rocking back and forth her weeping clear
Though something strange and bizzare is noticed
Her body is translucent and ghostly in shape
What would it take for a ghost to receive love
Why would this be so hard to solve
Her curly blonde locks caressing her heart shapped face
Alone in the world she was
Along in the afterworld she is now
Pain and sorrow showing through her beautiful eyes
Searching and wishing for the care she deserves
So deserted and ignored in her past life
Now the same conitinues as she the ghost of human past
No such thing as love.....
