she was a little girl faithful and naively hopeful
every night she waited patiently
hopin to see the beautiful night again
to watch the firefiles dance their happy dance
thinkin the stars will come back
the clouds will go
and to laugh delightfully underneath that moonlight sky
she snatched aimlessly,
but in vain she cried sliently, for she knows the stars wont twinkle anymore...
the fireflies wont tease her ..
and all that is left are the little bits of light from the covered moon
it's now she realised ..that comin back in hope is only what little girls do...
she isnt a little girl anymore
she wonders what she do to deserves this