This is a story about a little girl,
I use to watch her from my window,
as she would watch the other children play,
she had long brown hair and big brown eyes
but with a quick move she would wipe her little tears away
as her father would stand by her side with a voice full of anger and hate,
she would jump up to his commands.
I can see the tears falling from her eyes
but I did not have the courage to stand by her side
sometimes I can hear her cries at night
but how can I tell her that life is not full of pain,
when I myself could night leave my childhood memories behind..
for day after day I could hear her cries,
hoping some one can come and save her life,
but still I did not have the courage to stand by her side
for now I don't hear this child cry
for she has taken her own life
to go to a world that can treat her nice?