Mummy, why did you leave me here?
A precious little girl,
I should be walking down aisles
tossing petals; people admiring me.
Yet I’m locked out
to bitter colds,
to be forgotten
a soul forsaken.
A precious little girl,
I should be walking down aisles
tossing petals; people admiring me.
Yet I’m locked out
to bitter colds,
to be forgotten
a soul forsaken.
