LITTLE

Facing the odds, is a little girl
Whining against her father's coat,
Her tears fall down, marking the earth
Crying over and over again
Making others stop and stare
Just as such manner to be seen,
She just cry even louder.
With so little to think,
She stump her feet.
The dry soil splashed, as dusty wind grows,
Her father is mad, "Why can't you just hold?"
She still did not understand,
Her grumpy face wouldn't,
She run away, to the nearing bush.
"Stop!", her father said,
With commanding words, out of beat
She did not care, less would she be.
Running away with endless carefree
Go ahead, my little child.

Run, run and never turn back.
Just go away, never to be found.
So I and your father
Can live happily
Without you around......

She is sad, she is angry
Why he should marry this LADY?
I only want my Mummy, My MUMMY alone,
She is nothing, elusive in her own,
Doesn't he notice the way she speak,
The way she sit, the way she eat,
The way she move?
It's all fake, a tiresome attempt
Try to seduce him.

And she succeed.
For now I'm alone, just a little girl
Father's love has lost from me,
What I could hope and pray now,
Is that my Mother's love will forever be
The same.