The little kid smiles,
The little kid cries,
The little kid doesn't know what she is up for next.
Looking at her,
I know I can't break down,
No matter what,
No matter when.
Each of her smiles bring a tear,
a heartless weep,
a rip in me.
How can she smile,
Be so naive and hope
that things will be better?
How can she keep that hopeless faith,
knowing what lays ahead?
How can she fight back,
knowing who she is up against?
How can she make me believe,
that she within me,
Is not just a memory?
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