She couldn't walk, she couldn't talk, it was frightening .
Unprotected little girl, shadows keep sensing her, daylight won't shield her, neither would the waves of a crowded life.
She couldn't walk. She couldn't talk. It was frightening.
The sun bullies her hair, the wind abuses her. She doesn't even know why.
Maybe she is the vulnerable link between the tranquillity of humanity and the hardcore of actuality.
She couldn't walk. She couldn't talk. She was defenseless.