Little Match Girl

Little match girl

She sits on a corner, she just cries
A tear stained shade of black is her demise
Shadows cloud her mind
Ever present is the scent of her oblivion

Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares

It barely registers; she’s all but dead
Countless days she’s drifted from one hate to the next
A place to hold her thoughts is hard to find
No one cares

Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares

Like a bird she flies from destruction to destruction
Careless aimless without a love in the world
No one cares
No one cares

Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Answer her unheard prayers
Sitting in the snow, counting her madness
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
Pray strength finds her
The warmth of some ones arms
Devastation be gone
Reach out a hand to the little match girl
No one cares

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Written by Vena Cavalera on the 19/06/06
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