No one noticed the little girl
As she walked down the street,
Holding a knife in her hands
With which to cut her life strings.
A crow above caught her eye,
And once more she wished to fly
Far away form this life
That left her in such pain.
No one noticed the little girl,
As she followed that crow.
It led her to a high, high cliff
And there it bid her stop.
That little crow who led her there
Watched as she, with no fear,
Spread her arms and jumped away
From this life that caused her pain.
And the saddest part of all:
No one noticed she was gone.
As she walked down the street,
Holding a knife in her hands
With which to cut her life strings.
A crow above caught her eye,
And once more she wished to fly
Far away form this life
That left her in such pain.
No one noticed the little girl,
As she followed that crow.
It led her to a high, high cliff
And there it bid her stop.
That little crow who led her there
Watched as she, with no fear,
Spread her arms and jumped away
From this life that caused her pain.
And the saddest part of all:
No one noticed she was gone.
