Little Girl Lost

Isn’t she charming,
With her heart made of gold.
Isn’t she pretty,
With her eyes open wide.
So doesn’t she deserve
The world on a silver platter,
Or is she lonely in a lightless room.

Isn’t she lovely,
With her smile like that.
Isn’t she delicate,
With her curls so perfect.
So doesn’t she deserve
The world on a silver platter,
Or is she forgotten, hidden way and lost.

Isn’t she a delight,
To have in the room.
Isn’t she darling,
So eager to help is she.
So doesn’t she deserve
The world on a silver platter,
And any wish she’s ever wished come true.

Isn’t she witty,
With a smile on her face.
Isn’t she brilliant,
With her vast, lovely knowledge.
So doesn’t she deserve
The world on a silver platter,
Or is she doomed to repeat history.

Isn’t she polite,
With her thank-you’s all the time.
Isn’t she a wonder,
To be alive and smiling at all.
So doesn’t she deserve
The world on a silver platter,
Or is she still lost in a permanent hell.

Written March 8 2006.