A little girl about eight-years-old,

Sitting on a park bench all alone

As the wind rushes by, a tear streams down her face

Waiting- but no one came

She sees the little ones swinging and sliding down slides

She sees the joy, in their eyes

Babies with mothers, singing lullabies

But still, no one came

This little eight-year-old girl sitting all alone

Where she's from- no one knows

No one asks her if she's lost

They just walk by looking at her,

And in a whisper, Talk

She sat there for a day

But no one came,

This little girl full of fear

Will celebrate her birthday

That day,

That year

As the park clock strikes twelve

She whispered only slightly,

"Happy Birthday to myself"

But still no one came,

She grew hungry but never ate

Because no one came

She sat on that park bench

Never out of place…

She was waiting,

For the right day,

She never got up—never moved

But she did something she was afraid to do

She spoke out, not to you nor me,

She spoke out to herself and said…

"Where do we go when we have no place?

When we are all alone and no one comes?

Do we leave….do we run?

I did neither, I chose to stay,

To let the world know, I'm not okay.

I'm here all alone and I know the world knows…

I know they see me but they just walk by,

Do they know the tears I cry?"

She stopped talking,

She felt weak,

The little girl fell to her knees and started to weep

But still, no one came

She cried

But not once did she shout,

But when the clock struck two,

The crying stopped and this like eight-year-old girl

Laying all alone,

Skin cold to the bone,

But still, no one came.