Poor Little Girl

Poor Little Girl

Nobody cares what she does
She only lives what she was
In her mind reliving thoughts of yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

Why can’t she love what she’s seen
People don’t want her to’ve been
Wasting time and living in her yesterday
‘til she finds she knows her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

Her heart will shoulder
Who she’s intended to be
She may never know her
Until she has set herself free

Harboring the darkest nights of yesterday
So until she finds her way she’ll have to play poor little girl
Poor little girl

She’s so important to me
I admit I use to be
Runnin’ never knowin’ of my destiny
Blessings in disguise today that end that play

Poor little girl,
Poor little girl
Poor little girl
Little girl’s me

Copyright 1969, Will Fiala

poem by Will Fiala
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