• Little girl why are you so blue?
    Somewhere high up in the heavens
    a beautiful star twinkles for you.
    Its about to turn seven
    The clouds start to roll in.
    They are big and black.
    Soon the rain will begin.
    And you hope to yourself that the rain does not lack.

    As the rain falls down on your face
    The black dye from your makeup and hair starts melting away.
    You feel as if you are in a daze.
    Then you see in a puddle so black your darkness lays

    Now you are happy as can be
    Because you are now free.