She Was A Little Girl...
She was a little girl with a little bow on her head,
"You're not pretty, you're not smart" to her they always said.
But for herself she'd always be,
The happy sunshine girl that she always wanted to be.
But when she grew old she had got no mates,
Cus when all the other girls were pretty, she'd still got no dates.
She knew something was wrong,
For all good she had done,
She'd still always be the last in the throng.
She had chosen the sunshine path for long,and got nothing in return,
Now all the past good pages, she was about to burn.
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I could see those tears turning into fire,
For all the world that ever was,was full of dirty liars.
On someone's caring lap, she wanted to repose,
But after all they have done, they have left the sunshine on the blood dead rose.
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Dhrati Tewari