The Girl at the End of the Block
A little girl with a broken heart,
Lonely, empty, and all alone,
Lacking love from the very start,
In conditions like this, she’s too fast grown,
That poor little girl is a work of art.
She raised her sister and brother,
Teaching them to love each other,
She goes to school with her head held high,
But on the inside -- she just wants to cry.
As an escape she reads her books,
To try to hide from those piercing looks.
The looks that no one else can see,
That is, no one else but me.
I watch her every day,
Trying to think of something to say,
If I don’t save her, then it’s my fault,
When her world comes to a halt.