Little child
Beaten
And worn
Wearing clothes
So tattered
And torn
Walking down
A worn out road
All alone
No one to run to
No where
To go
Innocent
And beautiful
Just searching for
A loving caring
Hand to hold
But born
Into chaos
And a world
So cold
So young
And fragile
And already
Alone
Praying to
What she does
Not yet
Understand
For her life
That has barely
Begun
Now as the sun
Does begin
To rise
Down that road
She walks again
Will she find someone
A hand to hold
A loving family
To call her own
Or in a world
So cold
Will that road
And sorrow
Be all
That she
Ever knows