There’s a little girl inside me
Begging to have some faith
She used to be my symphony
She used to stand straight
Now she’s dieing slowly in a leg of her own tears
I can barely hear her little voice yelling anything
Where is she? That girl without fears
Cause I hear her voice of innocence melting
Beautiful; wonderful depiction of that little girl that slowly fades away, into adulthood. BWF.
this poem is from another period, wich I passed (pretty much) I did wanted to put it on this site, because, it means something to me...: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Silke! Jon.