The Little Girl

There was a little girl
In her mothers eyes she was the world
She was taken everywhere but the children on the block where scarce
And she was lonely
It was the same in the little catholic school with its uniforms and structured rules
Using religion as divine tools while the proctors themselves sneered and where unjolly
Later on she moved but there where divisions of race and cliques that had lasted ages
So she just could'nt seem to fit in
And she was lonely
A few years later she moved again and this time around she made true friends
Who accepted her just as she was~
And she was happy