Oh God give her strength to bear

The pain of wounded soul and terrible fear

She doesn’t fancy anything in life

Before she gives up and prepares to dive

Into the deep well of sorrow

Which doesn’t even have water and is hollow

They hurt her to make her cry

And put her under the sun to fade and dry

Honest she is at heart, they do see

Still they want her to beg and plea

For the sins she has not made

They never keep her under any shade

Just see her sweet imagination all frilly

Should now be felt upon all pity

Oh, the son of this sin

Please come and offer some grin

To the face of this innocence

To life please grant some significance

Give her some shine to look forward to

Fresh green grass, path of love to follow to

Foul they ask her to play

Why have their minds twisted to clay?

Answer me this little question

With your slight honesty and humble attention