A cry for help,
Runs trough the night.
She turned her back
To every side.
The night still lives,
Alone and dark.
She won´t help,
She won´t spark.
Like lady moon,
Above the tree.
This little girl will be,
Alone and free.
For nowhere to run,
No where to hide.
She´ll find herself,
Crying out for spite.
Her head lost in darkness,
Her pain for the world to see.
Make her see our friendship,
Let her tears free.