little sister, grown so tall,
when did you run away?
i knew you once, and i see you now,
wishing that you could stay.
little mother, grown so wise,
where is the child you carried?
she is dead and gone, away from the light,
not knowing life she is buried.
little bride, all dressed in white,
should you be wearing that gown?
white is for pure, for love and for peace,
not things you know in this town.
little girl, without angel wings,
should you strive for the stars?
your hands are dirty, covered in mud,
your back is littered with scars.
little wish, floating on air,
why are you striving so hard?
pain follows hope, and hurt follows trust,
the way to love, it is barred.
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