A Little Girl

Let me tell you a story of a little girl:

Well, upon a town not very small,
There with her mother lived a little girl,
She, one day, put on her shawl,
And, with her mom, went to the mall.

Upon the escalator at the mall,
While her mom was busy making a call -
The little girl had quite a fall.
And, her mom, unaware of this all, didn't see,
That the little girl had scraped her knee.

The little girl, now in pain,
Tried standing up but in vain,
Every now and then, she'd again try,
But, when it hurt real bad, she started to cry.

When he heard her cry and fall,
There came a man, black and tall,
He said, 'hey,little girl',
'Hush! Don't cry, here take this doll'
And, handed the little girl
A cute little doll

The little girl happy at last
Looked at her mum who walked pretty fast,
She wasn't there and in a haste,
The little girl ran to show her the doll.

But he also hurried outside,
The man; black and tall
And boom went the doll,
And boom went they all,
And not even fingernails remained,
Of that cute little girl.

Above

This night is a silhoutte, I guess,
Waiting for the sun to shine tomorrow,
Beneath the mask of absolute darkness,
Waiting for the light to end the sorrow.

It's all endless wait, I think,
A wish to have something new to see,
Upon every departure of lashes at blinks,
A wish to witness a miracle be.

But, it is all but wish - I fear,
That makes us hope the wait will let us claim it all,
And, bring two such sorry souls so very near,
As we shut our eyes upon this nightfall.

But, I believe,
There is nothing to fret,
There is no need to regret,
Because, as we live,
And, with what priorities we set,
Every evil, we will learn to forget.
And, forgive.

So, shut your eyes and sleep my love,
For, for forever and more if I may,
I will look after you from the stars above,
So you may see the light the next day.