I saw her sitting in the park
Dishevelled clothes, eyes ringed dark
She sat in shadows, with sallow face
On sunny day so out of place
Her hands were grimy, broken nails
And in the distance a siren wails
People pass without a glance
She looks as though she's in a trance
So alone and in despair
Now in a world, that no longer cares
Her posture tells a life of trials
In one so young devoid of smiles
A single tear runs down her face
No hand of comfort offers grace
Some ones daughter, still a child
What is it in her world defiled
That she should sit here all alone
Inside a park and not a home
And in my heart I feel a pain
As sharp as any stake
That a child should live in shadows
In a world that adults make.
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