 | Poor, sad girl.
She’s crying on the streets again.
Her eyes, dewy with tears
Are falling from grace, falling like rain.
Oh please, tell her she’s not alone.
Little girl, you’re not alone.
Little girl, speak to me with your bright red lips,
And I’ll tell you that you’re not on your own.
Don’t take that poison,
It’ll hurt your loveliness,
And the boys want that loveliness.
Don’t throw it away, little princess.
When you prayed that night,
That last night you prayed,
Your words may have gotten lost between the stars.
Oh, your faith should have stayed.
Poor, poor girl,
Where’s your money today?
Are you hungry and wanting to die?
Oh, p*or girl, get on your knees and pray.
Strangers give you your only nourishment,
How about the nourishment you need in your heart?
And the affection you need from a real love?
Just tear your short, black dress apart.
You need to grow up, be strong,
Tell your soul it’s time to heal,
Time to really know,
You have to let your heart feel.
Tomorrow, it may be sunny, it may be gray,
Your head may be filled with good things,
Your heart may be filled with real love,
But as for now, just follow your heart like the birds sing.
Written by Daria Blue
Submitted by Daria Blue |  |
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