I’m a little girl,
Always tortured like never.
I have feelings
Which they are killing.
The world needs peace;
Similarly, I need happiness.
But they don’t want to care,
They just think in a layer.
I can’t bear this kind of life,
It may be over with my knife.
Hear my prayer with a strive,
As soon as I arrive in the world of joy, with a smile.
