The little child asks herself why she was born
To a mother who has no love for her;
She has a friend in her doting father,
But he is busy working all the time.
The little child needs someone to play with,
But there is no one to listen to her;
She waits for her grandparents to come
From a city far, far away.
The little child knows not why
She has been left all alone;
Not a soul has the courage or time
To answer her innocent question.