Little girl lost and alone in a crowded room
she looks to the window to the stars and the moon
she whispers 'does anyone really care'?
can you hear me 'is there anybody there'?
but there is and there's more than one
who heard what you said and cares if your gone.
and every morning is a world made new
the slate wiped clean and we start anew
life can be hard and it's difficult to cope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem