www.photobucket.comThe small girl and her plastic pail
Waiting by the beach.....
The sun going down with beauty
And the crying seagulls flying
She sucks her thumb
The eyes playing tricks
She can't understand
The white beach on her legs
She stands there
She just wants to play
She sees the dark balloons
Drifting away....
“Hey wait for me!
You can't leave me here alone
I want to go with you
To the faraway land I hope”
“No Missy
You are born here
Live the good life
Do the best where you can be”
The small girl with her plastic pail
On the colourful sky bewitching her eyes
She sucks her thumb trying to understand
“Girl you better go home....”
Waiting by the beach.....
The sun going down with beauty
And the crying seagulls flying
She sucks her thumb
The eyes playing tricks
She can't understand
The white beach on her legs
She stands there
She just wants to play
She sees the dark balloons
Drifting away....
“Hey wait for me!
You can't leave me here alone
I want to go with you
To the faraway land I hope”
“No Missy
You are born here
Live the good life
Do the best where you can be”
The small girl with her plastic pail
On the colourful sky bewitching her eyes
She sucks her thumb trying to understand
“Girl you better go home....”
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