Little one
Fades in the sun
Threads the eye of every needle
Little one
Quiet air
Silence is rare
And the noisy far from feeble
They're unaware
Mother had a saying
Never look back
Keep your hands so busy
At doing good
Not doing bad
Little child
Wait for a while
Time will come when you'll be older
Little child
No one's there
Just the length of your hair
Empty eyes like open windows
You're not there.