A Little Girl

A little girl looks out the window With amusement in her eyes She doesn't know the World yet She hasn't heard it's lies All she sees is blue skies And green grass everywhere She believes in goodness And that the World is fair Thirteen, but still a baby Incusitive, naive She has so many dreams She has so much to give She's got those trustful eyes That are so oftenly wide Those eyes, they are the door To whatever hides inside A little girl looks out the window As if she still was five So much to see, so much to learn 'Bout this capricious life And in a tick from the yellow clock Her life turns upside-down Her happy laughter, her cheerful voice Turns to an apathic frown A man, a woman, a bloody knife Later it's all a blur What happened, she was never told But she was pretty sure A dying body on the ground Meters from her block She'll spend the rest of her messed-up life Wishing she'd stopped that clock A little girl looks out the window With a happy smile But in a turn, she's all grown up And life has lost it's shine