Sleepless nights,
In my home town,
I worry about her were about.
I sit by the phone,
Awaiting her call
Is she safe at all?
Only seventeen years old,
And already she is challenging the world
My little girl is growing up. On her own.
She never listens anymore.
She reminds me of the woman,
I married long ago.
Why doesn’t she answer her phone?
I sit here all alone.
Thinking where is my little girl
The world feels cold,
Not knowing where to look for her
I sit here wondering,
Where is my little girl?
she will always be your
she will always be your little girl.... nice poem
very good i like the theme
very good i like the theme
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