When she cries, she cries to die.

She was alone,

she is still alone.

Can somebody hear she crying?

Or maybe just laugh about her face,

or is thinking about her feelings?

Is someone in this fucking world,

able to love her?

To help her?

To hug her until the day she die?

Is someone able to go with her through the storm?

And throught the sky?

She is waiting that the thunders go away.

She wants to hear the birds singing again,

and wants to see over the rainbow a gold safe.

To safe her from herself.

That can take her away.

From this world.

People die.

People are hurting each other.

And she...

She is still waiting for you.

She will be always waiting for you.
But please, I beg you to come over soon.
The little girl is dissapearing slowly.