Little Girl

Little girl, I hold you in my dreams
Shoulders stiff and eyes so deep
Baby mouth, that secret that you keep
Keep a watch, be ready to run
Dressed in layers but feeling numb
Old before your time but playing dumb

Chorus
Protection, a mother's warm embrace
Deception, don't show your face
Save yourself, don't fade away
Save yourself, be strong today.

Little girl, staring at the sky
Arms outstretched like asking why
Sometimes laughter feels like such a lie
Lies and silence turn to poison
Disguised as illness and frozen emotion
Lies and silence turn to poison.

                      copyright áine parkes 2002