Little girl

A house full of hatred, my sweet girl, why are you so upset? We are not going to meet anymore. What is going on in your head? I miss you, my little girl, make it up a little bit. Come and meet me a halfway. We shall meet at a crossroad. I'll ring a bell at your door, little girl, come and open the door for me. Don't ring the bell, do not call me, do not write me letters. You shut the door, slammed the gate shut. I do not open, you will not hear from me. You lay down in the bed you made up for yourself. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/2/2012