I look into the eyes of a child,
As before me a young woman stands.
She looks lost, and somewhat wild,
I want to reach for her hands.

Is it possible to reach her,
Inside this world she’s in.
Trapped inside with so much hurt,
Can I ever bring her out again?

She was once an innocent girl,
Now life has dealt so many blows.
She’s stuck inside a cruel cold world,
Without the love she used to know.

If only she could see,
Outside of that world.
She’d know she still has me,
If only I could reach, ‘My Little Girl.’

 

©2008 Janice Jarnagin
Written for  my Daughter, Vicky