You’re too young to feel the pain,
You’re innocence will not remain.
You will never be the same,
You live your life
believing it’s a game.
You can ask me why,
But little girl, please don’t cry.
Where is your soft beauty gone?
I remember when it shone.
Wounded pride, the only one,
You cannot know
what should be done.
You can ask me why,
But little girl, please don’t cry.
Wet-eyed angel flying low,
There was no way
that you could know.
How evil forces strike a blow,
To cut you down and stem your flow.
You can hear my lie,
But little girl, please don’t die.
