The little girl walked down the road, <br />Not knowing where to go where to slow. <br />She made her way past the trees, <br />And near the river in the breeze. <br />No sadness could touch her, <br />She could see her way clear and without fear. <br /> <br />The little girl walked down the road, <br />Not knowing where to go where to slow. <br />The people tried to stop her, <br />The people even mocked her. <br />Not the least did she care, <br />Nor a tear she did spare. <br /> <br />The little girl walked down the road, <br />Not knowing where to go where to slow. <br />She crossed all obstacles, <br />She showed all the people, <br />That they were proud, they were too loud. <br /> <br />The little girl walked down the road, <br />Not knowing where to go where to slow. <br />She waited too long, in the world so wrong, <br />Now the God, had to come and say, <br />That the little girl must be gone.<br /><br />Aditi Khandelwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-girl-17/
