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Sitting with wounded hand

Unspoken lips, innocent mind

Dirty clothes, empty stomach but,

Where was this girl have been?



Hey girl, are you ok?

I think you’re alone and lonely

Oh, there must be a reason why

Can I ask why/



You’re running away, like you are scared

I heard your hard breathing

Your innocent look

Do you have any friend?



Where’s you mama?

I think you nee some love and care

Tell me where’s your Papa?

Is he hurting you?



Are you tryin’ to find you world?

Don’t wanna live in place that’s too cold?

Stingy nature, inhuman hands

Are they always unfair to you?



9/11/02