The Littlest Girl

There is a little girl, she lives in a tree

Smaller than a flower but noisy as a bee

The dew is her river, the leaves are her bed

The flowers all give her petals for her head

There is a little girl, she lives in a hole

With wood on all sides and no one to hold

She dreams she was bigger, she dreams she was free

She wishes she was someone like you or me

There is a little girl, she lives in the dark

With the moon above as her only spark

She no longer smiles, she no longer plays

She’s stopped trying to wish her pain all away

There was a little girl she lived in the trees

With no one to love her, not even the bees

The hole where she stayed lays empty and cold

Filled with nothing but dust, her place it holds

There is a little girl, she lives under the bed

With hatred and want cluttering her head

She’s watched you for days; she’s seen you be bad

She swears she will take everything you have

There’s a little girl, she lives in the dark

And when your lights go out, her new home she’ll start