got all she need
sweet, small, cuddle
white shoes on her feet.
Her third year's begun
in the shadow of the moon
hate, love, anger
this is happening too soon.
Hardly seven
in the distance a light
sun, fire, stars
shining white and bright.
Already thirteen
a dream has come true
big, warm, beautiful
the rest will come right too.
Fifteen now
and things have gone wrong
hot, dry, dead
still time is moving along.
A little later
things looking up
spring, leaf, flower
don't you ever give up.
How often can times change,
how can life be so cruel,
sweet, small, cuddle
hold a kid for a fool.