There lives a little girl inside me, who just wants to let be; she longs to run wild and free, if only the world could see..
Love for her is like wild fire, she never sees the consequences dire; her love is like a flowing river, she does not put on a false attire..
Letting go for her is not easy, it shatters her into a million pieces; her whole existence is questioned, the kid inside her ceases..
There is a dead child, inside every human I encounter; wanting to re-live, asking 'why cant you let me be, why cant I live free?
Love for her is like wild fire, she never sees the consequences dire; her love is like a flowing river, she does not put on a false attire..
Letting go for her is not easy, it shatters her into a million pieces; her whole existence is questioned, the kid inside her ceases..
There is a dead child, inside every human I encounter; wanting to re-live, asking 'why cant you let me be, why cant I live free?
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