I once spoke to a little girl
With scars upon her face
But the scars she hid within her heart
Couldn't be replaced
The tears that she cried
Covered up with sand
Everywhere was home
Yet nowhere was her land
Blood shed from her anguished veins
Her eyes all red with hate
The fear she always dreamed about
The cure just came too late
No one saw the truth and so
No one looked inside
Untill the final day she lived
Before her suicide
I once spoke to a little girl
With a smile upon her face