Too Busy

Look at that girl
With the golden hair,
Her hands are red,
Her feet are bare.
No one sees her
Standing there,
They all walk on
Without a care.
They're just too busy.

Out on the street
The rain is falling,
And back at home
Her siblings are bawling.
Her mother is dead
Her father's appalling.
And nobody answers
At night when she's calling.
They're just too busy.

She's all alone
She's waiting for you.
She's got no one
She can turn to.
She's cold, she's thin
She's feeling blue.
She's all alone
Waiting for you.

Or are you too busy?