Little girl lost,
what have we done?
We gave you blackened night
and took your golden sun.
Once you had dreams.
We stole them one by one.
You - had - a - song!
Now the music's done.
Little girl lost,
you sit so sad.
We crushed every flower
in the bouquet you had.
When you cried out
in anger and in pain,
our deafened ears
blocked out our shame.
You may be all right
but who knows what cost,
to bring back the joy
to a little girl lost. (repeat and fade)
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