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Did you see the little girl,

the one standing against the wall,

she look so demure,

her heart is still so pure,

doesn’t really matter if her clothes covered with holes,

still waiting,

still hoping,

that someone in the shining armour,

will take her away from this world,

far from this destructing war.

Have you seeen her parent?,

they were last seen in the tent,

where are her brothers?,

whom she used to play with gleefully,

where are her sisters?

whom she sing with melodiously.

All of them are gone,

leaving her alone,

the day the sky rain bullet and stone.

The smell of freshly baked bread used to filled the air,

now only filthy smell of corpse lying everywhere.

She used to eat,

she used to feast,

now she’s forced to swallow the bittersweet,

the taste of life she swear not to forget.

Will she hear the sound of laughter again?

or perhaps her family calling out her name,

after long exciting game .

All she can hear now are women’s whailing,

and children’s crying.

Where can she go now?

there is no place to hide,

no where to run,

from the ruthless soldier’s gun.

The day is dark,

the night is cold,

the sun refuse to shine,

on the broken hope.

How long can she survive,little girl?

the one standing against the wall.

I dont know how it started,

But it left a puzzle when it ends,

Everytime I thought I have it,

It slip Out from my hand.

Now that i’m a bit overprotective,

What happened change my prospective,

The only thing i can do is to forgive,

but to forget i shall never be.

I dont blame you but myself,

for letting it happened once again,

though the ending is still the same,

once bitten twice i’m not ashame.

Everytime when i wanted to trust someone new,

it reminds me of wounds that have not healed,

Everytime I want to reached out,

the past reminds me how much i wanted to shout,

but silently only tears managed to sneak out,

this is something I shouldn’t be proud.

Please i beg you, dont treat me so good now,

only to know you’ll leave me tomorrow,

Dont ever raise my hope to high till i can touch the sky,

later to crash it on the ground,

then i’ll have to bent down low ,

pick up what you have left behind.