She’s just a little girl, not yet a grown up
Caring for everybody else’s but her own heart
She looks you in the eye, say she can do it on her own
But she’s waiting for your call, she keeps checking up her phone
She loves a lot, she’s hurt a lot
She wonders when she will ever find
A place she’s safe to be afraid
A place with someone brave enough to care
Someone to say ‘How are you?’
Someone to say the words ‘I miss you’
Someone who’ll make her laugh
Someone who’ll never break her heart
She’s not yet a grown-up, she’s just a little girl
With dreams so big, and thoughts that always wander
Searching for a home, a happy place to live
Where there is love, hope and truth she can believe
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