My
little one told me
She
does not like the life she sees
Even
if she is very brave
She
tries so hard to be me
A
little piece of life
In
all the war she sees, will there
come a peace
Will
it ever come, will we hear the sound
of it's voice
How
can I tell my little one, the cost of
war is great
To
lose a family, is so much pain to take
Yet
for the most part here, people are
free
The
USA has human rights, both for you and
me
So
when my little one cries herself to
sleep
Maybe
tomorrow, the sweeter piece of life
she will meet.
I
pray to God The Father, who
is listening everyday
He
will be with my little one's soul
God
Himself, will hold her all along the
way.
~*~
