I knew a little girl who cried
she was slim and quite
and never told a lie.

She loved the sun, the grass and birds
but she was taught to obey grown up words

Grown people took that little girl
and she grew up way too fast
she was taught things that
would forever be her past

That little girl never had a chance to be
just a little girl
she was subjected to a much uglier
nastier world

She was to never speak about the things that they did
she was to act like it didn't matter
but it did

That little girl is grown now and although
she still is alive
the soul of the little girl that she once was..
died.

Beyonda