Little girl you're as lonely as the sea,
All alone in this world without a home.
Where is your family? Where could they be?
How could they leave you to let you roam?
Little girl you're as icy cold as the snow,
You shiver in rags on the side of the street.
Is this the only life you've grown to know?
Do you struggle to sleep on this damp concrete?
Little girl I wish I could guide you,
But I am as occupied as the bees.
I can give you some change, a dime or two,
But I know money can't warm you from the breeze.
I hate to leave you, I hate to go,
I hate to let you freeze in the cold, cold snow.
-adam ward
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