Little Girls Dream

See them…
Poor smile in the corner
Blowing nose on the face
Mire on their dirty hand
No sandal, no shoes
But they walk
No cap, no umbrella
And they still walk

They just have hope there
Someday they can spell it
A b c d…
Or they can count it
One two three…
Or just somebody can call them
And say hi student

(-IeRn-)