Somewhere out there is a tiny girl. She’s dressed in ragged clothes. Her barefoot feet are caked in mud and her hair is matted. Her form is thin and weak from lack of proper food and clean water. She is vulnerable to disease and is too small for her age. If one looks into her large eyes, one will see pain and experience beyond her young years. She’s seen and heard and felt things that no child should have to endure. She never laughs or smiles. She simply watches the world, afraid and defenseless.

The things in my left pocket are scattered and few:
Tissues for wiping a tear or two,
A note to remind me of some mistake,
A tourniquet for when I break.
At the bottom is where you'll find
The bit of dignity that I resigned,
All tied up with a silver hair.

I once wanted a dream
I wanted it fulfilled
A tower of money
At my feet.

A great many servants
A huge palace
I only wanted
Golden days and Golden Nights.

I remember those days
When I pretended to be
A fairy or a princess
With royalty in my kin.

But what I got was
The half of a burger
Forget about royalty
I don't have any kin.

What laughable days
They now seem
I can't believe
I used to imagine those things.

I once wanted a dream
I wanted it fulfilled
A tower of money
At my feet.

A great many servants
A huge palace
I only wanted
Golden days and Golden Nights.

I remember those days
When I pretended to be
A fairy or a princess
With royalty in my kin.

But what I got was
The half of a burger
Forget about royalty
I don't have any kin.

What laughable days
They now seem
I can't believe
I used to imagine those things.