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A LIfe Of A Girl
A million peopleare born each day
Not all of them get there way
Then we wonder why life isn't fair
A lot of people don't even care
One big question is why are we here?
How come that little girl sits in the corner crying tears?
She sits there so depressed
Always wearing the same old dress
She dreams at night
That everything is right
But wakes up to the sound
Of her mothers angry foot steps on the ground
Why doesn't anybody see her fear?
When she needs help nobody appears
Going places is what her mother never allowed
Bet you wouldn't believe where she is now
She's writing poems
from a foster home
All alone
Not aloud on the phone
Crying out to the lord
To help her one day not be bored
