Her eyes gleam in the moonlight,
Her features small and soft,
A small girl in the midst of a storm,
With no one's love.
Alone and cold she has always been, abandonned from the start,
The poor little girl wonders what does come from the heart?
She never knew what love was,
Nor did she have a family,
or you,
Was she always lonely?
Was she always afraid?
Why didn't anybody notice?
Were they so mean?

~*Karin*~