A little lost soul weak with fear
Living in the corner all alone,
Starving each day with no one near
As mother said goodbye forever.
The little lost soul awaited her doom
Fighting hunger, thirst and fever;
Just round the corner,
On a heap of broken glasses
The broken soul slept alone
No one to protect, no one to hold.
The dark days got darker
The vision slowly blurred,
The little soul slowly crept away
Out of the body, to where mother was.
One day a gentle giant saw the little soul –
Touched with love, reached out little hands
Pleading to take her, heal her wounds.
The giant took her, gave a light of hope
As it found a home in the giant’s arms
In soothing friendship’s gentle warmth.
The broken glasses, hunger and thirst
Fear, weakness, visions blurred
Said goodbye to the little soul
Who was lost no more.
But happiness does not last forever
The little soul awaits a future
Where she will be lost yet again;
The giant says it can never –
Keep her sheltered or protect her or be the giver
Forever in to the years to come,
As the giant home will disappear
Like some magic chant, into the dead
Of the hollow tomorrow.
The lost soul is now not lost
But will be lost again
She needs another gentle giant
To take her home and soothe
Her little lost soul.
Where is the gentle giant?
Only in the world of fantasy
Or love and tenderness can be seen
In this world too, in the world of uncertainties?
Is there no place on earth for this little lost soul…
Where she can live without dread of being alone
In the cold of the night, with no one to hold?
She cries into the dark foreverness
She longs for a place
Which she can call her home, where she will be loved again.